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Yo Stella, if you think I'm afraid of you Grace, if you so much as think I can't do the do Girl, if you dream I came to jerk around You'd better wake up, and release it
Party people in the crib get hyped Let's get this party funkin' right Come on Come on (Release it) Listen to me now, release it Come, come on, come on, release it Whose crib is this? (My crib) Whose wine you drinkin'? (Mine) Who asked your ugly ass what time it was? (Nobody) We're doing fine Take it all off Bass, I need the funk in my face I can't stand tight asses in my place Let's get hype y'all, release it (Release it) What time it is, band? Time to get sleazy up in here Mary, sweet mother of Jesus Fuck that Oh Stella, I know you came alone 'Cause ain't just any man qualified to take you home? Me? No, I'm not a man, Jerome? He's an adventure Oh, somebody slap me, I don't know Party people in the crib get hyped Party people in the crib get hyped Release it Yes Release it Jerome? (Yo?) When this solo's through Jerome? (Morris?) Find me a Stella to rap to (yes)
Whose beat is this? (My beat) Whose horns are these blowing? (Mine) Who asked your dumb ass how to catch a groove? (Nobody) We're doing the do Jerome? (Yes) Whose Stella is this? (My Stella) Whose Stella is this? (My Stella) Then what's she doing over here with me? (Ah) What's she doing over here with me? Who told you that women like men with no money? Release it, boy Go'n Stella, dance Say man, back up, give me some room Dance, shake it like a pecker wood (Release it) Over and over and over and over and over Your girlfriends told ya, that I'm the rover But I'm here to scold ya, that I'm feelin' alone Then we can bone Gimme a number to phone, you grown And I am so, if you say no Instead of cryin' I'll keep tryin' Until you're dyin', to have me for your own So peep Stella, peep Stella If you think that I'm afraid of you (do it, MD) If you think that I'm afraid of you (rap to her) If you think that I can't do the do (yeah, papa) If you think that I can't do the do (woo) If you think I came to jerk around Go'n, say it You better wake up, Stella (wake up) This is my town Release it Man, let them drum kick Let's get the hell outta here Let's do it, she's gone Release it Motherfucker, get yo ass out of my way
Release it
Release it
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