Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deal Wit It, artist - Afu-Ra. Date of issue: 06.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Deal Wit It |
| Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la, bum-bum, she-lay-ah |
| All the pretty girls wanna wind up them way, sha-la |
| Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la, bum-bum, she-lay-ah |
| See them lil' girls, buckwildin' in the place, sha-la |
| I like a chunky, badunki, mami |
| Word is bond, hypnotize a brother, like she was a swami, I be |
| All up on this dance hall, clean |
| I can wind up some tight, and have her spendin' her greed, come on |
| And face it, take it-take it down to the floor |
| Have her spinning her around, have her coming back for more, that’s right |
| She fell in love with a king man, dippin' the end |
| The type of cat, that I can rip up the jam |
| I’m brand new again, a new tune again, I’m not a hooligan |
| Me and shorty, we enact the Blue Lagoon again |
| Crisp and clean with no caffeine, and don’t you see |
| Her booty’s boomin' her jeans, it’s bustin' at the scene |
| And don’t you see, shorty, yeah, you lookin' good shorty |
| You and me shorty, that’s right, let’s make a movie shorty |
| I know you see it shorty, damn, you kind tight, shorty |
| You and me, precise, that’s right, we kinda right shorty |
| The type that wanna battle, but they know I battle New York |
| They really wanna know what’s up |
| They all set out to bank up, or they find out what’s up |
| The New York, all sound, yes, that’s us |
| Them girls, them type to time |
| We all see them, but then dey bum on the time |
| Baby girls, y’all free the bloodline |
| We all see them, but then dey bum on the time |
| When y’all off, and when I’m on, and then have to spend mines |
| Cuz each and every day, a blood can get in my way |
| So keep my minds in front, and don’t send him my bad way |
| It’s all about a better way, and really wanna try |
| I be there for you, and atleast I don’t pretend, and do I try |
| Begin to hold it down, cuz the world is mine |
| So then me keep it sharp, as a dime, wow, wow |
| We held it tight, now, it’s so tight, now |
| Mr. Kardinal say, back up in it again, my friend |
| Yea a murderer, finish it again up to the end |
| Me don’t play, me don’t lay with them, we slangin' them |
| Strayin' them away from all the suckers, and no luck |
| It’s the same ten steps, back up truckers, we high class fuckers |
| Girls looking real bugee, before they get stripped that’s it |
| They come with a bag of talk, and a bag of attitude |
| But all I’mma trynna do is bag it up, and teach you |
| Dot City, where the queens in jeans stay |
| All of them ghettio chicks live around my movie, you know? |
| It ain’t nothing, you cutting to a PF Cuttin' |
| Cuttin', then we trucking, ready to be with another suckers |
| Black Jay’s from BK to UK |
| Stay the number one champion, with the girls, dun |
| Get it? |
| Girls if you wit it, let me spit it in the place |
| What come, don’t know why they waste, you know? |