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Intro:Say, say (Ooh)Say, oohSay, say (Ooh)Say, oohSalt: Yeah, what's up babyMan: Oh, I'm chillin'Salt: You know, you got me thinkin' about you rightMan: RightSalt: Word up, I wanna see you, what's upMan: I'm ok, I'm chillin' What we gon' do By yourselfSalt: YeahMan: What you up toSalt: No, I'm just ridin'Cheryl "Salt" James:Ridin', sexy, I'm that golden childHot '97, New York-styleGot my head racin', thinking deep'Bout them biceps, oh yes, you look sweetIncredible, like edible, the bestLetras de cancionesBar-type, hard heart beatin' in my chestYes, blessed with that hardcore passionFingertips on my hips, lips reactin'Goosebumps, pumps in the airLove like this is rare, so I don't even careSay ooh, I need to make you happyYou just so black and nappyCome and get it, make it snappyChorus:Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next flingHead noddin' to the bomb, what's goin' onSay ooh, I tell you what I doYou go get your crew, and I'll go get my crewCruisin', laid back, drop top, next flingHead noddin' to the bomb, you got it goin' onSay ooh, I gotta get with youWhat you wanna do, I'm feelin' itCheryl "Salt" James & Sandra "Pepa" Denton:Summertime in the city, I'm prettyI'm hot, twelve-o-clockLampin' in my drop top with my crewOoh, I should call my booDrivin' Jones Beach, have a sip or twoSkinny dip, trip, let the night flowMaybe see a show, call your peep's yoChampagne smooth, cruise around the waySo baby what you sayCan you come out and playI'm ready at dawn, let's get it onWe can break away, to the break of dawnYou're tryin' to flex, no sex, wanna chillA feeling that you're realYou feeling what I feelChorusCheryl "Salt" James:Victoria Secret, I'm jiggy down to my skinsSmellin' good, pocket full of endsI got you, you just come as you areGas tank full, I got a fast carUp to par, the bubbly, some foodYour style's like smooth, put me in the moodWith your click, got my chicks, the pickin'sFlew in from D.C., wanna see how we be livin'Whatever's clever, we be togetherShow at the Apollo, make it last foreverHit the supper club (Yo, can I get a hug)Rub-a-dub at the Q, what's up with me and youChorusGot it goin' onI wanna get with youCuz I feel it Cheryl "Salt" James:Yeah, when I hit your block I dial you on my cell phoneThe Best of Isley Brothers, got me in another zoneI'm all alone, cruisin', laid backFeel the need for your presenceThe essence of your manhood, BlackJust like that, uh, yeahMan: Right here, babySalt: Right there, babyMan: Oh, all rightSalt: HmmMan: You like that Cheryl "Salt" James & Sandra "Pepa" Denton:Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next flingBangin' to the bomb, what's goin' onSay ooh, I tell you what I doYou go get your crew and I'll go get my crewCruisin', laid back, drop top, next flingBangin' to the bomb, you got it goin' onSay ooh, I gotta get with youWhat you wanna do, I'm feelin' itWhat's up, what you wanna do, yeah, yeahYou got it goin' onYou've got me feeling you, oh yeah From Letras Mania