Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Ladies, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Collabs Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.07.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Junkadelic
Song language: English
Young Ladies |
Yah this is the real vibes OK? |
To all the man and the 'oman dem out there |
This the word |
The original jazz and the reggae vibe |
Yah watch this |
(Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house) |
Yah this is Patra the Queen of the Dancehall |
Teamin up with Guru, of course |
(Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house) |
Bad bad by law, you know say you’re da numba won |
Trust me. |
watch dis! |
Come on take a ride with the lyrical five foot eight |
And three-quarter warrior; |
I saw you pass me in the corridor |
POW -- the eye to eye contact was all that (AY) |
I dug your little steelo, fine, you dug mine |
You want my digits? |
I’m with it (take it) |
You could ring me up whenever, whatever’s clever (ONE time) |
Stroll your way, you know you want me (BO!) |
So bring your game over here to the bar |
You know you wanna sit and hang with the star |
Maybe get a new house -- and a BRAND, NEW, CAR! |
(a-hah-HAH) |
But +The Price Ain’t Right+ |
Cause I ain’t your size baby, and I ain’t your type |
Check it |
Your honey’s fly, but she wants me, I’m all that |
She’s perpetratin like she never even heard the record |
Or saw the video, or heard the loudspeakers |
You got the TV, your whole family did see me |
(Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house) |
Kool Keith in the house with Shug and Guru |
Primetime jazz and limousines gettin to you |
(Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house) |
Okay. |
check dis baby. |
way up top 'bove |
Baby you look good in that dress |
Let’s get out of here and take it back to my rest |
I don’t think I’m bein too forward |
Would I like to break out right now? |
Yeah I sure would (ah-hah) |
I dig the way you be lookin at me |
I dig your confidence, you want me, it’s evident (trust me) |
My man told me that you like me |
You wanna write me, cause you heard I have a wifey |
But I’m on some mo' straight up stuff |
I get witchu and probably spend a little while |
Somewhere in the park after dark |
Incognito, that’s how I flow |
Well I’m here for you, are you there, where? |
Takin peeks, and sneakin winks, whatever brotherman thinks |
You on a mission, for famous people in position |
Holdin in your love, admirin what I’m doin |
Gettin through in, time and time |
She follows us backstage. |
yeah. |
First day, guess what Guru said to me |
Dark and lovely, how could you be |
It is right for me |
Because, whiny whiny, me whiny sexy |
All de man dem, just-a rush me. |
Check it out |
The time is right, you hold me tight (my love) |
In the twilight, away from the spotlight |
We can explore mysteries that last all night (trust me) |
Nobody has to know but us |
Honey you know I’m the man |
Baby for you I got big plans (eh eh) |
You say I’m just a lonely man (no more) |
But tomorrow I’ll be your King, the ruffneck swing |
You know me from my name on the streets |
You wanna be with me, it’s easy to see |
Since you kissed me on the cheek |
Now you wanna be my everyday freak (hah hah!) |
Lookin at me, my man and him, my man and him |
Champagne pop, don’t waste time, you can get with him (MEOW) |
We got some drinks, you lookin at the fine wine |
Eye contact is on, all I see is silhouette |
Sheer plastic, freaky so fantastic (it's like dat) |
I wanna touch it, see if it’s real |
True at heart, I wanna see how you really feel |
Take off your mask and reveal |
Tell dem come wind |
Only if you can make her feel fine |
Y’know. |
because. |
Eyes are watchin me |
Every single step I take |
Eyes are watchin me |
They are countin my mistake, JUMP |
Him up and now dey flip the script pon cha chill |
Steppin to you like medicated thrills |
Dey can not wait come in from it his eyes |
ANYthing not lay ya to smile ya analyze, BO! |
I was born inna ruff neighborhood |
Steppin up in light, now it feels good |
No one is gonna stop me, no matta what dem say |
An' if I’m da rockin, then I must DJ, cause |
Eyes are watchin me |
Every single step I take |
Eyes are watchin me |
They are countin Guru mista-ake |
Eyes are watchin me |
True me nice and me love come wind |
And me both love mashin |
Eyes are watchin me |
They love Queen Patra, cause I earn it an' |
Guru and all-stars, ya large, inna dance |
And the stars of reggae music, they LARGE |
The original niceness |
And Patra never the one to front, okay? |