Monday, May 18, 2009

Gimmie' Some Uh' Dat'!

Gimmie' Some Uh' Dat'!

 

Chorus:

Give me some of that!

Look how you’re swingin’ that thang.

Give me some of that!

You got me racking my brain.

Give me some of that!

Girl you’re doing you’re thang.

Give me some of that!

Give me some of that.

Give me some of that!

You ought to let me toss.

Give me some of that!

You know the beat is the boss.

Give me some of that!

Now let me break you off.

Give me some of that!

Let’s set it off…

Give me some of that!

No let me…

 

You need to stop playing games if you’re lookin’ at me.

Come over here baby girl, shake it down to the beat.

I only have one night to listen and learn, so break it down.

Alright! Now we’ll take turns.

I want to see how you be when you twirl it around.

Shake it up like earthquakes.

I’m at attention aroused, wow.

How you do that thang?

Show me again.

I have to back up a little bit and watch with a grin.

Emph, your smiles telling me a world of news; I have a clue but you have to tell me what you want to do.

Ooow.

I don’t see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind.

Ugh uh.

I don’t see nothing wrong let me see you dance from behind.

I don’t see nothing wroooong wit’ a little bump and grind.

No, no, no, no.

I don’t see, I don’t see…

Give me some of that.


Step into the heart break hotel, come out of your shell or leave it alone.

You’re in the zone with dogs looking for bones.

Like a honeycomb packed with treats for beats.

The Bees buzz, some giving it up, some looking for love.

So tell me what’s up with you.

Body breaking you’re making me move.

I’m feeling the groove, Got nothing to lose tonight...

And the time is right, you’re looking nice and I’ll take you straight girl no ice.

A voodoo devil pie slice.

That’s looking so tight I’ll take a whole batch.

A catch a fish can’t make me move.

The way I’m grooving here and I’m looking at you.

I got to get it somehow so I’ll figure it out without a doubt in mind.

I’ll walk a new thin line to find a way to the place that I’d rather be.

You and me later girl I got to see, so give me some of that funky monkey.

Show me how you make it drop and don’t stop.

 

White or wheat bread, it doesn’t matter the mix of the pick is a plus; in the club scene dealing with lust.

I got to hold on and wait for my plate to fill.

Sip a drink, kick back and think about the best little deal, then make moves on it.

Swoop like a hawk from the skies.

The preys dazed and amused that there feeling the vibe.

A rush tide!

Over come it like a tiddle wave.

Surfs up, cause you’re leaving out of here with me.

I see you know how to make it swang.

Come on baby girl, Warriors out to play…

Don’t you want to see how the night’s to end.

Come near over here girl don’t pretend.

Give me some of that chunky monkey on my tree.

Swing it up and down on me.

Give me some of that chunky monkey on my tree.

Swing it up and down on me.

Give me some of that!

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