Erykah Badu - Love Of My Life Worldwide Lyrics
Don't you give upKeep goin', Keep goin', Keep goin', uh(repeat over the following)If you're not readyYou'd better get yourself togetherFunk you up, we gon' funk you upHook;Love of my lifeRing, ding, dong, ring-a, ding, ding, dongRing, ding, dong, ring-a, ding, ding, dongLove of my lifeRing, ding, dong, ring-a, ding, ding, dongRing, ding, dong, ring-a, ding, ding, dongLove of my lifefreak, freak, da freak, da funk, funkseperate the good stuff from the junkand then I bang, bang, the bump, the bump girlmy name is Apples and I rock your worldWorldwide, do your math30, 26, 36 1/2I hope that you will realizeI got the hazel eyes that make you nitrifiedstep in the back and step to the frontcome alive ya'll I'll give you what you wantthe rhymes I got plenty, degrees 120and if you want some then jump the ***** in itHook repeatI'd like to introduce muselfQueen L.A.T.I.F.A.H. is my nameJersey, what's poppin', we ain't gon' stop andKeep'em heads boppin', the remix droppin'Big girl, big trucks, big whips, Whip upBlack see for you only got my back, shut your lips up!Do it, turn it up, wow!, we gon' burn it upTake anther pool and pass out on the fumitureHip-Hop, all of me, I just wanna partyGrab somebody, sing "La-ti-dad-dy"It's 7-P la, suits to di-dor-doraErykah Badu, Angie, me, BahamadiaYou know it feels right, it's the... hey!Hook repeatC'mon, c'mon, c'mon, yeah, Angie StoneBefore I bring you into this zoneI think I better let you know that I am Angie StoneI put the hands on the paper, things gotta change upI wanna sing, but I think I better hold upB. got beehive, you gotta a low rideCan't stop, won't stop, rockin till I dieAs I flip the Hip^Hop ddrops on yaYou fo' real? SoulsingerRollin Erykah, Queen, me-Angie, BahamadiaOriginal...Angie P.C.K, that's meI can rock you so dangerouslyHook repeatBaham-baham-bahamadia, Baham-baham-bahamadia...What's the deal? My name's BahamadiaAin't no chick in the game who get it done like meHuh, I've been chosen by G.O.DTo show the whole world the meanig of MCLook, I be in dope with a thing called Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)People together like B-Boy in shell topsAnd it don't stop because we can't quitI wanna getcha, it's built in the up liftI beat dawgs wit microphone disissSoloist with the iller dope accentA livin legend, baby throw me on the track andI'm gaurenteed, Bahamadia get it crackin'Get up, get up, get up, get up, get upGet up, get up, get up, get up, get upGet up, get up, get up, get up, get upGet up, get up, get up(Sit back down!)Funk you right on up, we gon' funk you right on up(We gon' funk you boy!)Funk you right on up, we gon' funk you right on upIf you not ready, you better get yourself togetherWe gon' funk you up, we gon' funk you upWe gon' have a real good time, don't care about the weatherWe gon' funk you up, we gon' funk you upLove of my life, you are my friend, I can dependLove of my life, without you baby, feels like a simple true loveYeah, but shit ain't clear, but this shit ain't clear, yeahRing, ding, dong, ring-a, ding, ding, dong(repeat over the followings)Funk you right on up, we gon' funk you right on upFunk you right on up, we gon' funk you right on upIf you not ready, you better get yourself togetherWe gon' funk you up, we gon' funk you upWe gon' have a real good time, don't care about the weatherWe gon' funk you up, we gon' funk you up (repeat x2)Sayin'Ring, ding, dong, ring-a, ding, ding, dongRing, ding, dong, ring-a, ding, ding, dong
