Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Get Physical , by - Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. Release date: 31.12.1993
Song language: English
I Get Physical |
| What’s going on baby? |
| Ain’t nutting — it’s CL Smooth |
| Sextafied everyday; |
| you gotta know that this live |
| Let’s get right to it |
| I ain’t got the love |
| Cut the funky records, for me and the crew and |
| I ain’t got the love |
| I’m like tellin you straight on up |
| Feel the vibe, when it’s bumping in my tribe, steps the Goodfellas |
| Live on screen now you protect the black queen |
| Takin my time from the black on black crime |
| Cause the night Mecca hits, Victoria runs out of secrets |
| Doing trials in latex Lifestyles Boo; |
| I make you |
| Call my name, and ask who it belongs to |
| Brand new, with CL, in Carmel, living well |
| And never cease to flip the hottest dimepiece |
| Now the legend increase into a great, truly Mecca made |
| So in every escapade there’s a panty raid |
| You know the rules, slipping off them ewes; |
| then we can settle |
| With the woman that can take me to that next level |
| Lay down the guns and make sons we can teach |
| From the horseback rides, and the walks on the beach |
| And if you got pretty feet I won’t cheat |
| I’m into strictly black pearls when I rocket y’all to different worlds |
| I ain’t got the love |
| Cut the funky records, for me and the crew and |
| I ain’t got the love |
| I’m like tellin you straight on up |
| You want a slow wind under my ceiling fan, read books |
| And beat me at chess, but as for rocking you, who’s the best? |
| It’s all good and correct with no disrespect |
| Skirt chasing hits, taking love to Digable Planets |
| Be wise and recognize, I’d rather show than tell |
| Who got the clout to stop faking me all out |
| Ease your troubles, place your body in the bubbles |
| Dimepieces fit around the cutie she run with |
| Embrace the mood, thinking totally nude with no limits |
| Going through every position within five minutes |
| Now how we did it got a lot of honies with it |
| Love is urban now fitted showing nothing but the belly button |
| Many parlay, and peel off lingerie |
| So when they come pick the one you could learn from |
| So feel the beat in Three-Peat like Jordan got wings |
| Cause I’m doing them things, listen |
| I ain’t got the love |
| Cut the funky records, for me and the crew and |
| I ain’t got the love |
| I’m like tellin you straight on up |
| At last come the goodies, every woman got a love |
| Hot with all that sex appeal for real, can I hit that? |
| I’m warmer than your triple-goose with hands like a masseuse |
| Don’t play; |
| cause I’m the hood your mama loves anyway |
| My heart flips when you take long business trips |
| I want a divorce, no I think I wanna see your boss |
| Check you later honey, searchin in your coach bag for money |
| Before you leave, I hug you til you can’t breathe |
| We Kool and the Gang, and kick slang, baby call in sick |
| But you kiss me goodbye, and said, «I don’t trick» |
| She’s so thick, and God is my witness |
| Sometimes you just can’t believe that I’m gettin this |
| Rewind off the Pete Rock design |
| I want a cutie with a ageless body and timeless mind |
| The kind that when I wine and dine she pay the bill |
| Cause it don’t cost much to go Dutch baby |
| I ain’t got the love |
| Cut the funky records, for me and the crew and |
| I ain’t got the love |
| I’m like tellin you straight on up |