Bowtie (Ft Sleepy Brown And Jazze Pha) — текст песни (Outkast)

[Big Boi:] Nasty Noompsy Knightingale

Fresh in that tuxedo

Cumberbun with no suspenders

My torpedo, you libido

Need to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)

I`m your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys

To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of this

Smack on smack on some of this dick tracy

Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker

You took her to the club and now her body is full of liquor

Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey`s Irish Cream

She`s a damsel in distress impressed with stylish things

Whatcha mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)

In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to the scene where i`s...



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[Big Boi:] Oh, lord! How can it be so hard??

To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or the leotard

But I got to start by complimenting you on your physique

You unique, you best believe I`m gon` skeet once I speak

Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like that

But it takes years of perserverance and experience to get that cat!

So why don`t I chase this Hennessy down with some of that

On your back, like a cheerleader missing the final stack!

As we strut skip the line through the glass window glance

We look fine, right on time

As we step in the place the nursery`s crunk we`ve come to play



[Sleepy:] Everybody`s watching `cause them furs just hit the door

While the gator`s creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that floor

To the V.I.P. where we proceed to give you what you need

Throw your hands up if you feel me!! Throw your hands up if you feel me!!

`Cause we well designed and fine as wine

Feel good to be fly, so don`t you ask me why

I got the ladies in line, because they can`t deny

So raise your hands to the sky `cause we super fly



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