Текст песни Jon B. - Bonafide

Everybody′s in the major leagues
Ain′t nobody wanna be straight up
I see the hotties on the way to work
They be waiting outside the club
See Samantha got a glass of wine
And in the corner she be laggin′ behind
To the ladies room to powder her lines
She be feeling like dyn-o-mite

Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed
So come move that ass
I know what you wanna do
She′s looking for a phat wad
Lord of a god you look good
Premonitions saved for later
′Cause for now we′re understood

Chorus:
A me oh my God ya look so fine
I can′t touch you ′cause you′re bonafide
A me oh my God ya look so fine
I can′t touch you ′cause you′re bonafide
A Virginia Slim, can I get in
I′ll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
And you can do it ′cause you′re bonafide

Yes all the eyes that be staring at me
Is it because I got my Rover outside
See I just don′t understand
Is that you think you can play me fly
No I don′t think so girl
I′ve been through it many times before
I got a tight poket book
And you know I ain′t open it up for no ---

Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed
So come move that ass
I know what you wanna do
You′re lookin′ for a phat wad Lord of a god
I don′t have it for you
So honey baby what you gonin′ do

Chorus:
A me oh my God ya look so fine
I can′t touch you ′cause you′re bonafide
A me oh my God ya look so fine
I can′t touch you ′cause you′re bonafide
A Virginia Slim, can I get in
I′ll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
And you can do it ′cause you′re bonafide

Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
I′m not pretentious
I invent this vibe you feel