Relaxing Pad

歌詞

[Pos:] Alright y'all, WE HERE NOW! (This, is, a, Supa Supa, blast blast, Supa Supa, blast blast) [Chorus: x4] Relax your mind, let your conscience be free Get down girl, get down girl [Pos:] (Get dowwwn!) Just another day in a lonely world Where I like to make a lonely girl Feel a little less lonely, tell a tale where she's My one and only, she got homegirls Who likes to do more than chat So she asked where my homies at, I mean that song was fly But if my homey can't have none, sayin I won't have fun Is honestly just a God damned lie~! Self-missions are less stress, and cut out the mess Of havin a girl, verifyin if I'm lyin or not With her girl, cause my niggaz occupyin the same spot with her I'm like the fox with the fur well groomed You find me in hot clubs and hotel rooms in between the sheet crack And if the bed squeaks or noise-free, I'll put it to use Swig from the tiger beers for the extra boost Blow out your back like flames over the cake Cut out a piece of your heart, for the claim When I get you worked up to cream, and I can get on Some Snoop Dogg shit and scream, "What's my motherfuckin name?" [Chorus: w/ Erick Sermon ad lib samples] [Dave:] Hey, we in the position to renew things I specialize in doin me and you things Now what's that he say she say? We got mortgages, dump all this gossip you're hoardin This world premier is for real ma A catalogue of lovin you can hear ma Put the quarter in the jukebox I brought a bit of luggage drawers and a few socks A little Dane Dane, and some X-Clan I'm tryin to save you from the chores of the next man See we can picnic, and go horseback I love your laughter even if you sound like Horshack You so impeccable but damn them birds peck at you Your technique is cuttin like you catch beats Or def these nuts cause your sex speaks We oughta "Chill" like EPMD [Chorus] (Get dowwwwn!)