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Bluelighter
M-tek B M, low profile and alloy rims. Tinted windows- soft leather like pillows. Personalised plates- all letters no numbers, a message to my mates... "Doktah."
Low-fi minimal, prologic psy-subliminal- fired up, and the ladies are lined up, to take a ride up, to the club… Leaning over the console to be closer by my side-uh. And the undercar lights up, as we glide up, we park on the sidewalk, V I P provid-ed.
Front of the queue, members only, no "wrong shoes." Straight inside and the party is pumpin, beats are bangin and the bass is thumpin, Bikini girl, gettn the juice jumpin, did ya daddy know what you’re going to the club in? Been just five minutes and I’m thinking ‘bout bumpin, lockin a stall and gettin on with sumthin.
Quakin, shakin, like pigs makin bacon, the dance floor’s half Jamaican and the other half rum. There’s party pill poppin, and plenty Pepsi goin on. I know the man, I set it up, get me “the tic” from the quality hook up. Drop my box at the booth; cruisn checkin out the youth, see a babe at the bar that lights my fuse. Walk straight up to her and inte-roduce, then quick to deduce just what to do, head for the floor- I get down she gets loose, with a shimmy from the shoulders and rattlin that caboose.
An’ then I score, as I always do. Straight out I ask her if she’s gunna put out too.
She says “I’m for… That’s 2 times 2, got any friends wanna come doin the do?”
I say sure… how about Eddi he’s a dood, an’ she points at 4 girlfriends and says, “Can they come too?”
2 o’clork; peak hour on the floor, time I step up an’ give ‘em what for…
Coz its just my concept, an’ I mean no disrespect, if you don’t rock the house- get off the decks, coz you got no time left b4 I show my best, and commence my quest, to get the booty-tech effect.
let the records spin and plug the mic in, drop my sexy rhymes in the bottom of the bass bin. I make the ladies grin, the guys think I’m hard, while Eddi’s charging cocktails maxin out the credit on the drink card.
Pub poser. A quality closer- knows just what to say to get a leg over. Tradin the medallion- if she’ll ride him like a stallion, lookin for a Snow White who’s lookin for a Prince Valliant.
Dub donor. Exotic vinyl givn the whole place a boner, the joint smells of amyl and I need a de-odorant, coz e’s kickin in- but I can do this in my sleep I think...
M-tek B M, coils compressed to the maximum, got a whole load of them, and we’re cruisin for my apart-a-ment, to get it started then- racking up the lines, getting naked in the spa an’ then… more, watchin this hot chick doin Eddi on the floor. And they aint no whores… no money changing hands, just me and my main man makin all the demands… and many hands- makes light work, when you’re king of the bizness- these are the perks.
Low-fi minimal, prologic psy-subliminal- fired up, and the ladies are lined up, to take a ride up, to the club… Leaning over the console to be closer by my side-uh. And the undercar lights up, as we glide up, we park on the sidewalk, V I P provid-ed.
Front of the queue, members only, no "wrong shoes." Straight inside and the party is pumpin, beats are bangin and the bass is thumpin, Bikini girl, gettn the juice jumpin, did ya daddy know what you’re going to the club in? Been just five minutes and I’m thinking ‘bout bumpin, lockin a stall and gettin on with sumthin.
Quakin, shakin, like pigs makin bacon, the dance floor’s half Jamaican and the other half rum. There’s party pill poppin, and plenty Pepsi goin on. I know the man, I set it up, get me “the tic” from the quality hook up. Drop my box at the booth; cruisn checkin out the youth, see a babe at the bar that lights my fuse. Walk straight up to her and inte-roduce, then quick to deduce just what to do, head for the floor- I get down she gets loose, with a shimmy from the shoulders and rattlin that caboose.
An’ then I score, as I always do. Straight out I ask her if she’s gunna put out too.
She says “I’m for… That’s 2 times 2, got any friends wanna come doin the do?”
I say sure… how about Eddi he’s a dood, an’ she points at 4 girlfriends and says, “Can they come too?”
2 o’clork; peak hour on the floor, time I step up an’ give ‘em what for…
Coz its just my concept, an’ I mean no disrespect, if you don’t rock the house- get off the decks, coz you got no time left b4 I show my best, and commence my quest, to get the booty-tech effect.
let the records spin and plug the mic in, drop my sexy rhymes in the bottom of the bass bin. I make the ladies grin, the guys think I’m hard, while Eddi’s charging cocktails maxin out the credit on the drink card.
Pub poser. A quality closer- knows just what to say to get a leg over. Tradin the medallion- if she’ll ride him like a stallion, lookin for a Snow White who’s lookin for a Prince Valliant.
Dub donor. Exotic vinyl givn the whole place a boner, the joint smells of amyl and I need a de-odorant, coz e’s kickin in- but I can do this in my sleep I think...
M-tek B M, coils compressed to the maximum, got a whole load of them, and we’re cruisin for my apart-a-ment, to get it started then- racking up the lines, getting naked in the spa an’ then… more, watchin this hot chick doin Eddi on the floor. And they aint no whores… no money changing hands, just me and my main man makin all the demands… and many hands- makes light work, when you’re king of the bizness- these are the perks.
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