Courtesy Of T A Smooth

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    Courtesy Of T A Smooth

    Now there's a party going on
    And I'm on the scene
    I'm on a mission for so panties
    If you know what I mean
    Cause there're a lot of fly honeys
    Chilling in the cut
    I've got my eye on you baby
    With your big ole butt
    Now she's a shorty, sipping forty
    And I'm down with that
    With the long thick braids
    Hanging down her back
    She's looking swab
    In other words, a pure delight
    And if I play it right
    We'll be trading slob tonight
    Well I'm not looking bad myself
    In fact I'm debonair
    If you agree with me
    Then get your hands up in the air
    But if you don't
    Well it don't matter, see
    I'm on the one, as I pass by,
    The ladies say, that boy's the bomb


    In the city, it's a pity
    That we're tarnished with crime
    Bringing love to the mass
    Appears a wasting of time
    But, hell, somebody's gotta do it
    So I'm starting with you
    And giving love in return, girl
    Is what you should do
    Cause here in the Bluff City
    That's the way we roll
    Keeping low-key, baby
    In our GTOs
    Bumping Ole Style Music
    Cause we likes the groove
    And this is coming to you
    Courtesy of TA Smooth



    Now back to matter,see
    The subject at hand
    The fly afrodisiac
    That's in demand
    She's got a crowd buzzing round her
    Like a bunch a flies
    And while she's dissing and dismissing them
    I'm beginning to realise
    I'd better come strong
    Cause if my game is weak
    That her smooth creamy thighs
    Won't be under my sheets
    But they don't call me Smooth for nothing
    Now, I'm into my element
    And her halting, dissing attitude
    Is rendered irrealevant
    When all the suckers are done
    Then I'll be ready to go
    Disengage her from the crowd
    And I'm into my flow
    I won't tell you what was whispered
    Because it's none of your bizz
    But her mind, body and soul
    Now belongs to the kid


    In the city, it's a pity
    That we're tarnished with crime
    Bringing love to the mass
    Appears a wasting of time
    But, hell, somebody's gotta do it
    So I'm starting with you
    And giving love in return, girl
    Is what you should do
    Cause here in the Bluff City
    That's the way we roll
    Keeping low-key, baby
    In our GTOs
    Bumping Ole Style Music
    Cause we likes the groove
    And this is coming to you
    Courtesy of TA Smooth


    One on one communication
    Is how we likes to chat
    And if she's easy on the eyes
    There's nothing wrong with that
    I'm not thinking about a waxing
    Cause that ain't my thang
    See, on my mind is a preacher
    And a diamond ring
    I learned she's more than just a trophy
    In a spectacular case
    The girl's got, mad college-knowledge
    At the back of her pretty face
    I really can't explain it
    But I know that I like it
    She's like a glorious sunshine
    Warm, new and exciting
    Now, for a man to be a man
    I've got to do what I do
    And that's to step up and let her know
    This moment of feeling is true
    And that I understand her past
    And her hesitant fight
    To give some credence to this swabby
    But the moment is right


    In the city, it's a pity
    That we're tarnished with crime
    Bringing love to the mass
    Appears a wasting of time
    But, hell, somebody's gotta do it
    So I'm starting with you
    And giving love in return, girl
    Is what you should do
    Cause here in the Bluff City
    That's the way we roll
    Keeping low-key, baby
    In our GTOs
    Bumping Ole Style Music
    Cause we likes the groove
    And this is coming to you
    Courtesy of TA Smooth

















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