[Intro:]
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Say, say (Ooh)
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Say, ooh
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Say, say (Ooh)
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Say, ooh
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[Salt:] Yeah, what's up baby
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[Man:] Oh, I'm chillin'
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[Salt:] You know, you got me thinkin' about you right
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[Man:] Right
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[Salt:] Word up, I wanna see you, what's up
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[Man:] I'm ok, I'm chillin'
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What we gon' do
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By yourself
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[Salt:] Yeah
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[Man:] What you up to
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[Salt:] No, I'm just ridin'
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[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
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Ridin', sexy, I'm that golden child
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Hot '97, New York-style
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Got my head racin', thinking deep
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'Bout them biceps, oh yes, you look sweet
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Incredible, like edible, the best
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Bar-type, hard heart beatin' in my chest
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Yes, blessed with that hardcore passion
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Fingertips on my hips, lips reactin'
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Goosebumps, pumps in the air
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Love like this is rare, so I don't even care
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Say ooh, I need to make you happy
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You just so black and nappy
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Come and get it, make it snappy
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[Chorus:]
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Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
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Head noddin' to the bomb, what's goin' on
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Say ooh, I tell you what I do
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You go get your crew, and I'll go get my crew
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Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
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Head noddin' to the bomb, you got it goin' on
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Say ooh, I gotta get with you
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What you wanna do, I'm feelin' it
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[Cheryl "Salt" James & Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
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Summertime in the city, I'm pretty
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I'm hot, twelve-o-clock
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Lampin' in my drop top with my crew
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Ooh, I should call my boo
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Drivin' Jones Beach, have a sip or two
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Skinny dip, trip, let the night flow
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Maybe see a show, call your peep's yo
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Champagne smooth, cruise around the way
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So baby what you say
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Can you come out and play
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I'm ready at dawn, let's get it on
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We can break away, to the break of dawn
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You're tryin' to flex, no sex, wanna chill
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A feeling that you're real
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You feeling what I feel
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[Chorus]
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[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
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Victoria Secret, I'm jiggy down to my skins
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Smellin' good, pocket full of ends
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I got you, you just come as you are
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Gas tank full, I got a fast car
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Up to par, the bubbly, some food
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Your style's like smooth, put me in the mood
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With your click, got my chicks, the pickin's
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Flew in from D.C., wanna see how we be livin'
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Whatever's clever, we be together
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Show at the Apollo, make it last forever
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Hit the supper club (Yo, can I get a hug)
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Rub-a-dub at the Q, what's up with me and you
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[Chorus]
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Got it goin' on
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I wanna get with you
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Cuz I feel it
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[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
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Yeah, when I hit your block I dial you on my cell phone
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The Best of Isley Brothers, got me in another zone
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I'm all alone, cruisin', laid back
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Feel the need for your presence
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The essence of your manhood, Black
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Just like that, uh, yeah
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[Man:] Right here, baby
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[Salt:] Right there, baby
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Man:] Oh, all right
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[Salt:] Hmm
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[Man:] You like that
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[Cheryl "Salt" James & Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
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Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
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Bangin' to the bomb, what's goin' on
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Say ooh, I tell you what I do
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You go get your crew and I'll go get my crew
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Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
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Bangin' to the bomb, you got it goin' on
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Say ooh, I gotta get with you
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What you wanna do, I'm feelin' it
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What's up, what you wanna do, yeah, yeah
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You got it goin' on
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You've got me feeling you, oh yeah
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Say Ooh
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| Salt 'N' Pepa |
