Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song (Nothing Serious) Just Buggin', artist - Whistle.
Date of issue: 10.01.2005
Song language: English
(Nothing Serious) Just Buggin' |
We love to do the things that we’re not supposed to do |
We don’t mean robbin', stealin' or muggin' |
In fact we’ll take it seriously, we’re only buggin' |
That was fresh |
That was fresh |
That was fresh |
That, that, that, that was fresh |
Party peoples in the place, we want you all to see |
That we can be taken seriously |
But if you don’t believe that then forget you all |
'Cause we’re gonna party-arty and have a ball |
'Cause we’re here to prove true bugged out means |
That things aren’t always what they seem |
We want you all to scream and start to shout |
As we go on a mission and bug on out |
We’re called Whistle and this is true |
We love to do the things that we’re not supposed to do |
We don’t mean robbin', stealin' or muggin' |
In fact we’ll take it seriously, we’re only buggin' |
Well, it’s all about us, Jazz and K.D. |
But sometimes it’s all about just me |
You know what I noticed all of a sudden |
When I speak people just be a muffin |
There’s not another person who sounds like me |
And who could it be, there will never be |
I say a tongue give it like a blink of the eye |
Say it so well, you will think it’s a lie |
Like Peter Potter picked up his gold pen |
Put in on the back-sail that would soon be his friend |
This plot deployed up a loony park |
Persistal to behave it so to ply it plank plunk |
My problem with fletchin' fletch people who flee |
Is playin' the proper pot without a pitcharee |
And my present plate who desorates my plea |
So I’m the perfect pacemaker, perpetrator trades me |
Tell me, girl, now is it true |
That you love for me just to talk to you? |
For you to be my girl and I’ll be your man |
You’ll be mine, not just another fan |
You’d be with me everywhere I go |
You’ll hold my hand at every show |
Inseparable is what we’d be |
Jazz in, jazz in eternally |
But after all of this, you know your dream will end |
I wouldn’t talk to you, I’d talk to your friend |
And you would call me conceited and you’d call me wrong |
But you’d call me that night and try to turn me on |
You dial my digits in the day and in the night |
Promise you, swear that you’ll do me right |
But I doubt that anythin' that you’d do |
Would ever gimme the stomach to talk to you |
Now I’m buggin' |
Some DJ’s go in order to impress |
But DJ’s simply spinnin' is |
(Really fresh) |
We got trick, up our sleeve and if that isn’t enough |
Grab a front row seat, check out this |
(Fuff) |
When the place gets hot and the air gets thinner |
The modulator overtake the soothin' silver spinner |
This scratchin' fascinates us, so why don’t you too be real? |
It make it hard enough so everybody can |
(Feel it?) |
Just, just, just, just feel it |
Just, just, just feel it |
Just, just, just, just |
Just, just, just, just feel it |
Just, just, just, just |
Just, just, just, just |
Just, just, just, just |
Just, just, just, just |
We’re called Whistle and this is true |
We love to do the things that we’re not supposed to do |
We don’t mean robbin', stealin' or muggin' |
In fact we’ll take it seriously, we’re only buggin' |