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Song: | Bust A Move |
Album: | | Genres: | Hip-Hop |
Year: | 1989 |
Length: | 263 sec |
Lyricist: Young M.c.
Lyrics:
Bust it
This here's a jam for all the fellas Tryin' to do what those ladies tell us Get shot down cause ya overzealous Play hard to get, females get jealous Okay smarty, go to a party Girls are scantily clad and showin' body A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her But you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter Next day's function, high class luncheon Food is served and you're stone-cold munchin' Music comes on, people start to dance But then you ate so much, you nearly split your pants A girl starts walking, guys start gawking Sits down next to you and starts talking Says she wants to dance 'cause she likes to groove So come on, fatso, and just bust a move
Ah, ha, yeah, ha Ah, ha, yeah, ha (Just bust a move) Aha, yeah, aha, yeah Ah, ha, yeah, ha, ha
You're on a mission and you're wishin' Someone could cure your lonely condition Lookin' for love in all the wrong places No fine girls, just ugly faces From frustration, first inclination Is to become a monk and leave the situation But every dark tunnel has a light of hope So don't hang yourself with a celibate rope New movie's showin', so you're goin' Couldn't care less about the five you're blowin' Theater gets dark just to start the show Then ya spot a fine woman sittin' in your row She's dressed in yellow, she says, 'Hello Come sit next to me, you fine fellow' You run over there without a second to lose And what comes next? Hey, bust a move
You want it, you got it You want it, baby, you got it (Just bust a move) You want it, you got it You want it, baby, you got it
In the city, ladies look pretty Guys tell jokes so they can seem witty Tell a funny joke just to get some play Then you try to make a move and she says, 'No way' Girls are fakin', goodness sakin' They want a man who brings home the bacon Got no money and you got no car Then you got no woman and there you are Some girls are sadistic, materialistic Lookin' for a man makes them opportunistic They're lyin' on the beach perpetrating a tan So that a brother with money can be their man So on the beach you're strollin', real high rollin' Everything you have is yours and not stolen A girl runs up with somethin' to prove So don't just stand there, bust a move
You want it, you got it, uh You want it, baby, you got it (Just bust a move), ah You want it, uh, you got it, ah You want it, baby, you got it, yeah
Break it down for me fellas
Ha-ah, hey, yeah, hey Ooh, uh, hey, yeah Ooh, uh, hey, yeah Hey, uh, uh, uh
Your best friend Harry has a brother Larry In five days from now, he's gonna marry He's hopin' you can make it there if you can 'Cause in the ceremony, you'll be the best man You say, 'neat-o', check your libido And roll to the church in your new tuxedo The bride walks down just to start the wedding And there's one more girl you won't be getting So you start thinkin', then you start blinking A bridesmaid looks and thinks that you're winking She thinks you're kinda cute, so she winks back And now you're feelin' really firm 'cause the girl is stacked Reception's jumpin', bass is pumpin' Look at the girl and your heart starts thumpin' Says she wanna dance to a different groove Now you know what to do, G, bust a move
You want it, you got it, ah You want it, baby, you got it (Just bust a move), ah You want it, uh, you got it, ah You want it, baby, you got it (Move it, boy) Ah, ha, ha, hey Ah, ha, yeah, ha Aha, yeah, aha, yeah Ah, ha, hey, yeah
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