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Everybody's in the major leagueAin't nobody want to be straight upI see the hotties on the way to workThey be waiting outside the clubSee Samantha got a glass of wineAnd in the corner she be laggin' behindTo ladies room to powder her linesShe be feeling like dyn-o-mightJizzable jazz, how could it be passedSome come move that assI know what you want to doShe's looking for a phat wadLord of a god you look goodPremonitions saved for last'Cause for now we're understoodChorus:A me oh my God ya look so fineI can't touch you cause you're bonafideA me oh my God ya look so fineI can't touch you cause you're bonafideA Virgina Slim, can I get inI'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeepI got hills in the back that are plenty steepAnd you can do it cause you're bonafideLetras de cancionesYes all the eyes that be staring at youIs it because I got my Rover outsideSee I just don't understandIs it that you think you can play me flyNo I don't think so girlI've been through it many times before I got a tight pocket bookAnd you know I ain't open it up for no ---Jizzable jazz, how could it be passesSo come move that assI know what you want to doYou're looking for a phat wad lord of a godI don't have it for youSo honey baby what you gonna do(Chorus)Look into my eyesTell me what you seeI'm not pretentiousI invent this vibe that you feel(Chorus) From Letras Mania