Текст песни Big Daddy Kane - Change This Game Around
Big Daddy Kane - Change This Game Around слова песни
It`s that number one hip-hop tramp, to get your thong dampI put it down till you girls catch a cramp,Take a little trip with the smoothest guy walkin`Usually my fault in, girls wreckless eyeballinAttraction is magnetic, they come and get itGame is all natural, yours is syntheticSo while you sittin` there tryin` to get your words straightI bag more dimes than workers at the herb gateUse tight D, on top of tight GWant it done rightly, girlfriend invite meI foresee what you hoping,And say the right thangs to get you open, then I get you openLay it down from nighttime until the A.M.Watch how I play ‘em, lay ‘em and then fillet ‘emIn the kingdom I hit it like lotteryBaby you gotta see, the Brooklyn prodigyChorusIt`s plain to see, your game is tight enough for meI jus can`t keep my cool, I just gotta let it beAnd now you`re in the zoneAnd I`m sure when you play onThat the way you put it downIs gonna change this game aroundVerse 2Sharp P-I till I return to the essenceMaking my presence, glow like florescence I come around and get it like hot peas and butterDrop these and got her, that Kane he`s a motherThe God don`t minimize, I enterprise, when I riseIn the thighs, make ‘em see doubles like geminisSo, bring it on me no sweat itBut you talk that Lil` Kim talk to me and end up bowleggedGive it to you good upon the mattress6 million ways to get yo` back twistNo theatrics when the Kane approachPut you in more positions than a football coachPimpin` ain`t easy but we don`t knock it do weInstead we spend chips, get fly, rockin jewelryWalk through the club with the girls lockin to me It`s all love in here baby now sock it to me. ChorusVerse 3I don`t discriminate they come upon easeAsians, Haitians, even the mommiesPlease lowdown stankin`, plus Jamaican girl bangin`Them call me yard boy cause them seen something hangin`Never do I waste that, I put my face at, a place thatIn case I wanna taste that Comfort specialist, is as easy as thisAh miss, yeah duke you better hold your on to her wristI start roamin like car phones, and Just can`t control my hormones and I make a move on a ten, and go and get a friend So I can put my man inWhile you sittin` there drinkin`, that glass of CrisI be sittin there thinkin`, what`s after thisUs two, me and you is what`s happenin`Bodily in heat like an African (O.K.)