WILL SMITH - LET'S GET BUSY BABY lyrics

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Mmm say baby, you got some fries to go with that shake

Ay what are you man Yo man, that is no way to talk to a woman man

Man I been talkin to girls, man what are you talkin about

That girl looks good

Man look, you just, you buggin man, you know what you said

Okay, okay, alright you show me how to talk to a lady

Aight, bet, uhh sweetheart

Listen up toots I like your looks

I used to see girls like you in them girlie books

I'm losin my mind, but it's not lost yet

I'd pay a thousand dollars just to see your silhouette

Red is the rose's color, blue is the violet's

Here's my number baby, when you get home, dial it up

I'll be your man and you can be my lady and you can come to my house, and we can get busy baby

Girl forget about your boyfriend, he's nothin but a hassle

You can come with me and cold chill in my castle

Oh what a wonderful time it would be, imagine you and me, in my jacuzzi

Or horseback riding or we can play tennis

But, the most intimate part will be when it's time to eat dinner, we'll go get dressed

And then we'll give a call to antoin my private chef

First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight

Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night

And if the time is right, I'll ask you to be my lady and we can dip right upstairs and get busy baby

You know since I first met you,

I wanted to let you know how I felt, so I could get you to treat me like a phone and take me off hold

And make your hero come so I can pour my heart and soul

I can't help but dream about the ultimate life

Two kids, a dog, a goldfish and you as my wife

We'd have a rosebush with a white picket fence

And all the neighbourhood kids would call me Mr. Prince

And on the lazy Saturday afternoons

Right after me and the kids get finished watching cartoons

We could send them both outside to go playin

And we could spend some time upstairs, get what I'm sayin

The only problem, that we would have is whether or not to drive the Porsche, the Benz, or the Jag

And every night before bed, flip the radio on and sip Dom Perignon to the quiet storm

Gucci, Louis Vuitton, you want more

Gloria Vanderbilt or Liz Claiborne or Christian Dior from head to foot

The world is yours if you'll be my toots

Oh I know what your problem is

Look those other chicks are just good friends

I'll give up my harem if you'll be my lady

C'mon what do you say, ha

Let's get busy baby

Look, be honest, come on, don't lie

Tell the truth I'm a hell of a guy, right

Pretty smile, light brown eyes

I've got miles on them other guys, face it

You could search America, Russia or Germany but never will you find another man equivalent to me

But let's discuss it, perhaps over lunch about how I'll be your poopsie, and you will be my hunnybunch

Now isn't that special

Why ain't you widdit?

You'll be my only girl, yeah, that's the ticket

Life's a risky business, babe you know the deal

Sometimes you just gotta say what the hell

Now is that time, roll for the money

Life is a gamble but I'm a sure thing honey

Girl, you know you driving me crazy

So how bout it come on let's get busy baby