Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Upclose & Personal, artist - PackFM. Album song whutduzFMstand4? Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.09.2006
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
Upclose & Personal |
I must confess, you’re the flyest I ever seen no contest |
Don’t worry 'bout me, I’m harmless |
I just — wanted to let you know I’m feelin' you to the utmost |
How 'bout we get personal and upclose? |
I don’t give a fuck about your sign, I’m not an astrologist |
Your body’s off the meter, I’m the leader — you need to follow this |
You’re divine, stay on my mind, like a neurologist |
Playin' doctor’s for little kids, let’s play gynecologist |
You need some TLC, and I’m trynna creep wit' you |
I lost my teddy bear, so baby doll, can I sleep wit you? |
Fuck me if I’m wrong, but isn’t your name Heather? |
I could’ve sworn that you and I went to different schools together |
If my name sounds familiar, you should fuck what you heard |
The word of the day is legs, let’s go back and spread the word |
My name’s PackFM, you could call me tomorrow |
I lost my phone number, do you have one I could borrow? |
Do you spit, or swallow? |
What? |
You don’t like my tactics? |
Let’s get married and have kids |
If not — we could practice |
It’s a shame that I have to mess your hair and smudge your makeup |
But if you are what you eat, I hope I’m you when I wake up |
Don’t raise ya stakes up, follow your heart, take a chance |
Is that a mirror in your pocket? |
Cuz I could see myself in your pants |
Can we do this romance? |
If you ain’t know what FM stands for, that means you’re Feelin' Me wit no hands. |
Is this your friend? |
Whooo! |
That’s what they say when you walk by |
You thought I was the type who ain’t about nuthin? |
Girl, a tear fell when I spotted that onion |
First thing on my mind was goin' half on a youngin' |
And we could make some beautiful babies and all that |
Own our own crib, picket fence, and «Welcome» doormat |
But I’ll hold that till later, I have yet to introduce myself |
I’m yours, better known as Stan, a gentleman as you could tell |
Not trynna gas ya (Riight), just build for a sec or two |
And explore your mind long before I have sex wit' you (Uh-huh, is that right?) |
Yeah, the thought crossed my mind, no doubt |
I got the kinda lovin that’ll make you sweat your locks out |
Don’t look at me as if I got no class like a dropout |
Pardon a brotha’s French but Goddamn, you’re a knockout |
Not even a Stan that hates enough (???) for me to recover |
Seein' heaven face to face does a number on a brother. |
Pardon my pushiness, don’t mean to be foul, but listen |
But why you want a dude who suffers from malnutrition? |
What’s FM stand for? |
I’m here to solve the mystery |
PackFM really means Pack Fudge Maliciously |
Pardon his pussiness, but I’m the one you should be jockin' |
Fuckin' wit Stanley, you’ll be borrowin his stockings |
His «roses are red, violets are blue» shit is quite annoying |
Only thing you 2 might have in common is former boyfriends |
You passin' me up for him? |
Now that’s tragic |
This cat’s got the sex appeal of a crack addict |
Sleepin' on me like craftmatics, that’s played |
I’m hung like a well-endowed runaway slave |
Now he gettin' brave for dissin me, thinkin he’s impressin you |
Stick wit me and have a real professional undressin you |
Come here girl, and let me tell you Stan’s history |
Sure he likes chicks, but loves hot boys like Missy E. |
Yo that’s bulshit! |
No it’s not |
Yes it is |
You know what? |
Forget you both, cause I don’t have time for little kids. |