Stooshe
Текст песни My Man Music

[Intro:]
Bum bum bum
Oh, yeah, yeah
My man music, won't you play?
La la la la la,
La la la la la,
La la la la la!
Hey, are you ready?
Come on, are you ready?
One, two, three, break it down!

Chorus:
Step left, step right, pull your knees tight,
Do the butterfly, to the side, to the side,
Now slide, yeah!
That's right, yeah!
Then we're gonna bring it back to the old school vibe
Come, come with the rhythm,
Come with the bass
Turn to a hottie and go whine up your ass
Whine up your waist, whine up your ass
Whine up, whine up, whine up your ass

Yeah, you got me
Put on my face and pump my stereo!
You gotta stop, stop, stop me
A melody filling up my radio!
And now I'm thinking
Uh, oh, do I fancy hip-hop electro
I could be a dub step raving, skunking all night
I still love classical!
Yeah, we walk that talk with Stooshe lines,
Flicks my switches all the time
Got me spinning like an old school '45
He's my A-list every night!
Then he'll make you, shake you, break the mould
Right down to my neo soul yeah,
Yeah, music is my baby, he's gonna play me!

Chorus:
Step left, step right, pull your knees tight,
Do the butterfly, to the side, to the side,
Now slide, yeah!
That's right, yeah!
Then we're gonna bring it back to the old school vibe
Come, come with the rhythm,
Come with the bass
Turn to a hottie and go whine up your ass
Whine up your waist, whine up your ass
Whine up, whine up, whine up your ass


You're so cool,
I'm on a ride with every step he's taking me
Make me brand new, oh, oh
I fall in love again, again, again
And if you hear this uh oh oh
What is that funk or blues or rock and roll?
Baby got it so mixed in create a new ting,
It's all so magical
Yeah he moves my booty to the max
Goes to my head like a bottle of Jacks
At his best he says yes, he's on repeat
I don't care he's on repeat!
Because he spun me round yeah roundabouts
And came down to my country house
I said, music you're my baby
Come here and play me!

Chorus:
Step left, step right, pull your knees tight,
Do the butterfly, to the side, to the side,
Now slide, yeah!
That's right, yeah!
Then we're gonna bring it back to the old school vibe
Come, come with the rhythm,
Come with the bass
Turn to a hottie and go whine up your ass
Whine up your waist, whine up your ass
Whine up, whine up, whine up your ass

Baby, we give you a little trouble,
Yeah we give you a little taste,
Stooshe 'pon da ditty, make you whine up your waist
My man make me move, my man make me do
All the tings that a man can do!
Say we give you a little trouble,
And we give you a little taste
Stooshe 'pon that ditty make you whine up your waist
Me say, momma make me move, my mom make me do,
All the tings that a man can't do,
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
Break it down!