Stooshe - My Man Music Lyrics
[Chorus:]Step left, step right, pull your knees tight,Do the butterfly, to the side, to the side,Now slide yeah, that's right yeah,Then we're gonna bring it back to the old school vibeCome come with the rhythm, come with the bassTurn to a hottie and go whine up your waistWhine up your waist, whine up your waist,Whine up, whine up, whine up your waist[Verse 1:]Yeah you got mePut on my face and pump my stereoYou can't stop, stop, stop meA melody fillin' up my radioAnd now I'm thinkin' oooooo whaaaat do I fancy?Hip-hop, electro?I could be a dub-step raver, dancin' all night,I still love classicalYeeaahhh,We walk that talk with Stooshe lines,Flicks my switches all the timeGot me spinnin' like an old school '45He's my A-list ev'ry nightThen he'll make you, shake you, break the mouldRight down to my neo soulMusic is my babyHe's gonna play me[Chorus:]Step left, step right, pull your knees tight,Do the butterfly, to the side, to the side,Now slide yeah, that's right yeah,Then we're gonna bring it back to the old school vibeCome come with the rhythm, come with the bassTurn to a hottie and go whine up your waistWhine up your waist, whine up your waist,Whine up, whine up, whine up your waist[Verse 2]'N' yeah he's so cool, I'm on a ride with every step he's takin'Make make me brand new, I fall in love again again againAnd evry hit is 'ooooo what is that funking blues or rock 'n' roll?'Baby got it so mixed in creatin' new things it's all so magicalYeahhHe moves my booty to the max,Goes to my head like a bottle of JacksTried his best yeah he's on repeat, I don't care he's on repeatBecause he spun me round, yeah round aboutAnd came round to my country houseI said music you're my baby,Come here and play me![Chorus:]Step left, step right, pull your knees tight,Do the butterfly, to the side, to the side,Now slide yeah, that's right yeah,Then we're gonna bring it back to the old school vibeCome come with the rhythm, come with the bassTurn to a hottie and go whine up your waistWhine up your waist, whine up your waist,Whine up, whine up, whine up your waist[Verse 3: RAP]I say we give you a lickle trouble, yeah we give you a little taste,Stooshe 'pon that bit, it make you whine up your waistMamma make me move, my mom make me doAll the tings that a man can't doGive you a little trouble, give you a little tasteStooshe 'pon that diity make you whine up your waistMamma make me move, my mom make me do,All the tings that a man can't do,That a man can't do [x7]Break it down
