[singing:] You can't love, but I bet ya Yo can't hine yeah [Verse 1:] Here we Gooo The 1st time aroud I left the cars at the house And I put the diamonds
Vibin' to the music, this is how we do it all night Breezin' down the freeway just me and my baby in our ride Just me and my boss, no worries at all Listening
Just a small town girl Livin' in a lonely world She took the midnight train goin' anywhere Just a city boy Born and raised in South Detroit He took the
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh This is mattress music Hey, yeah Oh, la, la, la, na, na, na Now I'mma give it to you, baby, just the way you like it, aye And I can
[Drake Chrous] Wouldve came back for you , I just needed time, to do what I had to do caught in the life, I cant let it go whether thats right I will
Five, six, seven, eight Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, you are the music, yeah Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, you are the music
(Muevelo) (Subelo) Tico era un Boricua de Manhattan Cantaba en el subway Con su beat box y su electric guitar Por las noches era DJ Se paraban en las
Nightime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. Slowly, gently, night
Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em But who am I to talk? I aint shittin' roses We in in the same picture but we all got different poses I'm looking
Every single day I walk down the street I hear people say Baby's so sweet Ever since puberty Everybody stares at me Boys, girls I can't help it, baby
Any way you want it That's the way you need it Any way you want it She loves to laugh She loves to sing She does everything She loves to move She loves
You were workin' as a waitress in a cocktail bar When I met you I picked you out, I shook you up and turned you around Turned you into someone new Now
What? Everybody over there What? Do you want that funky soul, yo? Come on, hit it They don't want music, they don't know how to use it All they want,
Put a little swag in your sex Swag Swag in your sex And that's how you keep her from becoming your ex Put a little swag in your sex Swag Swag in your
A place to crash, i got you No need to ask, i got you Just get on the phone, i got you Come and pick you up if i have to What's weired about it is we
Don't tell me to stop Tell the rain not to drop Tell the wind not to blow 'Cause you said so, mmm Tell the sun not to shine Not to get up this time,
