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Arthur Young
Stimme und Gesang
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Arthur Young
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Ronald J Jefferson
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Slide with it, glide with it
Gone pony, ride with it
Play with it, let me get it
You gon' make me cut up with that
I wish you could have seen my face, y'all
When she stepped on the floor
'Cause the big old hips and sexy thighs could save lives
I had a nosebleed, so she was throwing it up
She was taking it down
Oh, she was letting that big thang go
She was working it out
That girl wasn't playing around
Y'all, she had that body control
She was shaking that thang so good
Like rubber, not no wood
Oh, she made me jump on the floor
Slide with it, glide with it
Gone pony, ride with it
Play with it, let me get it
You gon' make me cut up with it
Slide with it, glide with it
Gone pony, ride with it
Play with it, let me hit it
You gon' make me stand up in the air
She was popping that thing so hard, y'all
It's like it bounced off the floor
That girl could cut it up for the shutterbugs
Out on the dance floor, she let it wiggle a bit
She even did a split
Oh, she could make them big cheeks roll
She was throwing it down
That girl could get around
Y'all, she knew how to work on the floor
She was shaking that thang so good
She must have been from the hood
Oh, how she was letting it go
Slide with it, glide with it
Gone pony, ride with it
Play with it, let me get it
You gon' make me cut up with it
Slide with it, glide with it
Gone pony, ride it
Play with it, let me hit it
You gon' make me stand up in there
I had never seen a woman, not quite like this one before
That girl just knew how to party, out on that old dance floor
She was too hot to trot, she did the pop along
Oh, she was dropping that big thang for show
She had aftershocks, she made the party start
Y'all, that girl could shake on the floor
She was shaking that thang so good, it was understood
That God could really put on a show, I was saying
Slide with it, glide with it
Gone pony, ride with it
Play with it, let me get it
You gon' make me cut up with it
Slide with it, glide with it
Gone pony, ride with it (c'mon)
Play with it, let me hit it
You gon' make me stand up in there
Slide with it, glide with it (ooh, how she did it, y'all)
Gone pony, ride with it (she had me begging for show)
Play with it, let me get it
You gon' make me cut up with it
Slide with it, glide with it (like she 'bout that hood to the country)
Gone pony, ride with it (and made a fire on the floor)
Play with it, let me hit it
You gon' make me stand up in there
She was living it up, she was cutting up
Ah, that girl could work on the floor
She was cutting the rug, ooh, for the shutterbug
Y'all to get her body control
Writer(s): Ronald Jefferson, Arthur Gemel Young
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