I’m on the drum man, and it’s all good, ‘Cause I flexed on your ex, make sure he understood That you would, never again want to be his wife; So we connect lips to hips, and uhh, eyes to thighs. You’re my so-phisti-cated, lady, All mine, if you wasn’t I’d go cra-zay.
De La Soul feat Jazzyfatnastees - Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Ooh Baby












