Testo Knockin' Boots - Candyman
Testo della canzone Knockin' Boots (Candyman), tratta dall'album 101 Hits of the 80s & 90s
Attention all ladies
The Candyman is on the prowl
And for those that wanna get busy
You gots to speak up now
This rhyme, this time is one of a kind
Blowin your mind like only the Candyman can
Like a heavyweight champion
Knockin em out, another bout without a doubt
Once again you can scream and shout
When I rock the bells yell out my name
This is what you've been missin
Listen to my heartbeat while I'm whisperin
I know you're sufferin
So sweet, a Candyman sweet nothings
Huggin and tuggin and rubbin
Lovin it all, havin a ball
All y'all girlies next to me, talkin sex to me
We can't do that yet but I bet we'll chill
Candyman, tell em the truth
We'll still end up knockin the boots
Ooh boy, I love you so
Never ever ever gonna let you go
Once I get my hands on you
At each and every show there's this groupie
Always knows what she wants to do to me
She knows my name, knows every rap routine
But how'd she get in my limousine?
Don't act a fool, don't drool, I'm just a performer
I was cool but the room got warmer
Norma cornered me in
Her and her friend named Lynn, then
They checked me in to the Holiday Inn
I didn't let em win, said my pockets was thin
She blew me a kiss, I knew she wasn't new to this
I didn't want to but the devil made me do it
To the tick-tock ya don't stop
We knock boots till six o'clock
As we lay all night long
And early in the mornin she sang this song
Ooh boy, I love you so
Never ever ever gonna let you go
Once I get my hands on you
Ooh boy, I love you so
Never ever ever gonna let you go
I hope you feel the same way too
Girl, I do
Tunnel of love is what I'm enterin
When I mention it, you're surrenderin
Givin it up like a good girl has to
Livin it up, eventually you asked to stay
You're gonna pay for this
Just rest your breast on my chest, yes I'm impressed
With the way you cold love me down
I don't wanna sit down, I just wanna get down
I'm on the ground down on my knees
Like James Brown, singin Please, Please
Round two, I'm down to do what it takes to make you
Understand I'm the Candyman
And I melt in your mouth, not in your hand
Hard as a rock, yes I'm no sucker
The boots I knock make me one bad motherfucker
Knockin while I'm hip-hoppin
Many people say my lyrics are shockin
Just because of the simple subject
Everyone should love this cause everybody does it
Whether they admit it or if they deny it
You better keep quiet
Or else you might have to see a few skeletons
But girl, that's irrelevant
Break out the bottle of Asti Spumante
Pop off the top and rock with my posse
Fila Al, Big Bill and D-Fly
We ask the questions, you give the reply
MC Chip, Big Rob and Bud
Rockin on the waterbed, knockin on the rug
I'm just playin, what I'm sayin ain't ill
Girl, you should know I'm real
Credits
Writer(s): Norman Whitfield, Willie Clarke, Bessie Norris, John Shaffer
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