My Man Music (Stooshe)

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 vibe. Come come with the rhythm, come with the bass Turn to a hottie and go whine up your waist Whine up your waist, whine up your waist, Whine up, whine up, whine up your waist Yeah you got me Put on my face and pump my stereo You can't stop, stop, stop me (nah) A melody fillin' up my radio Now I'm thinkin' oooooohh whaaaat do I fancy? Hip-hop, electro. I could be a dub-step raver, dancin' all night, I still love classical Yeeaahhh, We walk that talk with stooshe lines, Flicks my switches all the time Got me spinnin' like an old school '45 He's my A-list ev'ry night Then he'll make you, shake you, break the mould Right down to my neo soul Music is my baby He's gonna play me 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 vibe Come come with the rhythm, come with the bass Turn to a hottie and go whine up your waist Whine up your waist, whine up your waist, Whine up, whine up, whine up your waist 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 waist Mamma make me move, my mom make me do All the tings that a man can't do Give you a little trouble, give you a little taste Stooshe 'pon that diity make you whine up your waist Mamma make me move, my mom make me do, All the tings that a man can't do, That a man can't do Break it down