Jon B. - Bonafide Lyrics
Everybodys in the major leagueAint nobody wanna 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-miteJizzable jazz, how could it be passedSome come move that assI know what you wanna doShes looking for a phat wadLord of a God you look goodPremonitions saved for lastcause for now were understoodChorus:A me oh my God ya look so fineI cant touch you cause youre bonafideA me oh my God ya look so fineI cant touch you cause youre bonafideA virgina slim, can I get inIll 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 youre bonafideYes all the eyes that be staring at youIs it because I got my rover outsideSee I just dont understandIs it that you think you can play me flyNo I dont think so girlIve been through it many times beforeI got a tight pocket bookAnd you know I aint open it up for no ---Jizzable jazz, how could it be passesSo come move that assI know what you want to doYoure looking for a phat wad lord of a godI dont have it for youSo honey baby what you gonna do(chorus)Look into my eyesTell me what you seeIm not pretentiousI invent this vibe that you feel(chorus)
