Текст песни B. Jon - Bonafide
B. Jon - Bonafide слова песни
Everybody`s in the major leaguesAin`t nobody wanna be straight upI see the hotties on the way to workThey be waiting outside the clubSee Samantha got a glass of wineAnd in the corner she be laggin` behindTo ladies room to powder her linesShe be feeling like dyn-o-miteJizzable jazz, how could it be passedSo come move that assI know what you wanna doShe`s looking for a phat wadLord of a god you look goodPremonitions saved for laterCause for now we`re understoodChorusA me oh my God ya look so fineI cant touch you cause you`re so bonafideA me oh my Bod ya look so fineI cant touch you cause you`re so bonafideA Virginia Slim, can I get inI`ll take you for a ride in the back of my jeepI got hills in the back that are plenty steepAnd you can do it `cause youre so bonafideYes all the eys that be staring at meIs it because I got my Rover outsideSee I just don`t understandIs it that you think you can play me flyNo I dont think so girlIve been through it many times beforeI got a tight pocket bookAnd you know I ain`t open it up for no --Jizzable jazz, how could it be passedSo come move that assI know what you wanna doShe`s looking for a phat wadLord of a god you look goodPremonitions saved for laterCause for now we`re understoodchorus (repeat)Look into my eyesTell me what you seeI`m not pretentiousI invent this vibe that you feelchorus (repeat)vamp out