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    Intro:

    Say, say (Ooh)
    Say, ooh
    Say, say (Ooh)
    Say, ooh

    Salt: Yeah, what's up baby
    Man: Oh, I'm chillin'
    Salt: You know, you got me thinkin' about you right
    Man: Right
    Salt: Word up, I wanna see you, what's up
    Man: I'm ok, I'm chillin'
    What we gon' do
    By yourself
    Salt: Yeah
    Man: What you up to
    Salt: No, I'm just ridin'

    Cheryl "Salt" James:

    Ridin', sexy, I'm that golden child
    Hot '97, New York-style
    Got my head racin', thinking deep
    'Bout them biceps, oh yes, you look sweet
    Incredible, like edible, the best
    Bar-type, hard heart beatin' in my chest
    Yes, blessed with that hardcore passion
    Fingertips on my hips, lips reactin'
    Goosebumps, pumps in the air
    Love like this is rare, so I don't even care
    Say ooh, I need to make you happy
    You just so black and nappy
    Come and get it, make it snappy

    Chorus:

    Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
    Head noddin' to the bomb, what's goin' on
    Say ooh, I tell you what I do
    You go get your crew, and I'll go get my crew
    Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
    Head noddin' to the bomb, you got it goin' on
    Say ooh, I gotta get with you
    What you wanna do, I'm feelin' it

    Cheryl "Salt" James & Sandra "Pepa" Denton:

    Summertime in the city, I'm pretty
    I'm hot, twelve-o-clock
    Lampin' in my drop top with my crew
    Ooh, I should call my boo
    Drivin' Jones Beach, have a sip or two
    Skinny dip, trip, let the night flow
    Maybe see a show, call your peep's yo
    Champagne smooth, cruise around the way
    So baby what you say
    Can you come out and play
    I'm ready at dawn, let's get it on
    We can break away, to the break of dawn
    You're tryin' to flex, no sex, wanna chill
    A feeling that you're real
    You feeling what I feel

    Chorus

    Cheryl "Salt" James:

    Victoria Secret, I'm jiggy down to my skins
    Smellin' good, pocket full of ends
    I got you, you just come as you are
    Gas tank full, I got a fast car
    Up to par, the bubbly, some food
    Your style's like smooth, put me in the mood
    With your click, got my chicks, the pickin's
    Flew in from D.C., wanna see how we be livin'
    Whatever's clever, we be together
    Show at the Apollo, make it last forever
    Hit the supper club (Yo, can I get a hug)
    Rub-a-dub at the Q, what's up with me and you

    Chorus

    Got it goin' on
    I wanna get with you
    'cause I feel it

    Cheryl "Salt" James:

    Yeah, when I hit your block I dial you on my cell phone
    The Best of Isley Brothers, got me in another zone
    I'm all alone, cruisin', laid back
    Feel the need for your presence
    The essence of your manhood, Black
    Just like that, uh, yeah

    Man: Right here, baby
    Salt: Right there, baby
    Man: Oh, all right
    Salt: Hmm
    Man: You like that

    Cheryl "Salt" James & Sandra "Pepa" Denton:

    Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
    Bangin' to the bomb, what's goin' on
    Say ooh, I tell you what I do
    You go get your crew and I'll go get my crew
    Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
    Bangin' to the bomb, you got it goin' on
    Say ooh, I gotta get with you
    What you wanna do, I'm feelin' it

    What's up, what you wanna do, yeah, yeah
    You got it goin' on
    You've got me feeling you, oh yeah

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