We got the skills here to keep ya horny
If you help pretendin' it's da early morning
So sodapop we came to rob, believe ya
To make ya dance and sweat like you got da fever
Pit:
I feel dizzy, I feel low
Imagine it's morning playin' with ma toe
I get up to see what's up in da bathroom
Tryin' to take a pee prick's hard like a broom
Huh, make some room
Yeah, you betta make some room
Sun's up, me crew is up
Waky waky let's kick da block
All these figures who need to wake up and
All those figures who need dem sugar in da cup and
Too much sugar for dis early disco music
Make you wanna hit with ya rubber-booty choose it
We got the skills here to keep ya horny
If you help pretendin' it's da early morning
So sodapop we came to rob, believe ya
To make ya dance and sweat like you got da fever
Ducci:
Wait (what?)
Rewind (ok!)
Nough a dem a easy time gal we's in da place,
You know da wicked one win a price,
Half a dem wanna gal dem shine,
A wicked dem body's a wicked wild,
Rude gal dem a feel dem strike,
Nough a dem easy done offer a dem wine,
Rude gal dem a read
Without da gal then nough a dem pleed –hey?
Nough a dem shine and nough a dem wicked,
Enough a theledallalal dem a check it,
You know that I'll be one tata break it,
Enough a dem gonna please me to make it
You know that I'll be come around tricky,
U nough a dem but they all to want cricket,
Rude gal nough a dem a shiny time,
So easy pleasy dynamite!
(x2)
We got the skills here to keep ya horny
If you help pretendin' it's da early morning
So sodapop we came to rob, believe ya
To make ya dance and sweat like you got da fever
(x2)
All these figures who need to wake up and
All those figures who need dem sugar in da cup and
Too much sugar for dis early disco music
Make you wanna hit with ya rubber-booty choose it
Mr. Maloke:
Huh, beyond da messures of mankind
We like to suck you in dis quicksand time
To jump da beat original flavour, hah
Early morning wake up call 1982 now you're yawnin'
Huh, next thing you know ya sneakerboots
Sneak in da kitchen
You put in da toast, turn on da radio
Ya balls is itchin'
You open da fridge
It looks like a disco show
You take da tomatoes out like you did with
Your girls from Frisco, blow, oh yo
We got the skills here to keep ya horny
If you help pretendin' it's da early morning
So sodapop we came to rob, believe ya
To make ya dance and sweat like you got da fever
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