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Viewing Lyrics for Moving With U:
| | | Artist: | Q-Tip |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Moving With U | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 106 | | | | Lyrics: | Q-Tip
Moving With U
You out the frame with it. Woman, woman..."
You got
your girlfriend around ya.
No wonder she surround you. Look at you.
Your brown eyes
pierce just like a knight,
make afella think real hard about the rest of his life.
The
whole *shit* is strange. I'm really thinkin' brains
but on the other hand, I really feel your
stress and pain.
Flimsy little men, they can't command you
and they don't have the heart
to demand you,
but niether do I. I guess I'll let you walk
on and watch 'cause your walk
is strong.
Sippin' passion wit' a stranger in the club,
it doesn't necessarily equate to
love.
It's not really in the air, I wanna take it elsewhere
Somethin' wild that 'chu can't
compare.
Bangin' on my wood drum now
Hope your hearin' all the sound. Now, *nigga*, come
now.
Sittin' at home, a hat in my hand
while you crawlin' on the earth with your natural
tan.
Your than is jigg-i-lin' and causin' a stir.
Let's do it real rough until life is a
blur.
I suit you the way that 'chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want.
It caught me the way that 'chu want. ("Uh, uh, uh.")
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want.
("Check it out, now.")
I suit you the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out. Check it. Uh.")
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it.")
It got me the way that 'chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want.
I can kinda understand, you know.
I mean
bein' at the top, I mean to start a show.
The brushes with fame, continuous game you get,
hustles with plans, stakin' they clans and *shit*.
But you shine and you pay it no mind,
always
stayin' on the grind with the thangs you do.
You got the illest little switch and
you
ain't takin' no *shit* 'cause nobody wanna *fuck* wit' 'chu.
Admiration to the
utmost.
All my dogs raise your cups 'til the girl toast.
I don't wanna bring shame to you
really,
I wanna put flames to you sincerly.
Make your box-spring jump like a low
rida.
Best place that I could be is inside ya.
The love that we have could be real
but you gotta go by what your heart feels.
Heart feels. Heart feels.
Heart feels. Heart
feels.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, come on.
I suit you the way that 'chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want.
It got me the
way that 'chu want. ("Uh, uh, uh.")
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out,
now.")
I suit you the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out. Check it. Uh.")
Hey, hey, hey,
the way that 'chu want. ("Check it.")
It caught me the way that 'chu want.
Hey, hey, hey,
the way that 'chu want. | | | |
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