My Man Music de Stooshe

Boom-boom-boom ticky-boom ticky-boom-boom-boom
Oh ye-yeah
Ye-ah ye-ah ah-ay
My man music won't you play?
Ye-ah ye-ah ah-ay
Oh, la-la-la-la-la eh!
La-la-la-la-la oh!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Ye-ah ye-ah eh-aw
Yeah, are you ready? (Hmm) C'mon guys, ready ready?
1, 2, 3, break it down

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 (got me)
Put on my face and pump my stereo
You can't stop, stop, stop me (me)
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, skankin' 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
Yeah, 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!

Yeah we so cool
I'm on a ride with every step he's taking
Make, make me brand new (new)
I fall in love again, again, again
(And every hit is)
Oh what is that funkin'? Blues or rock'n'roll?
Baby got it so mixed in creatin' a new ting
It's all so magical

Yeah he moves my booty to the max
Goes to my head like a bottle of Jacks
Said he's the best it's a yes he's on repeats
I don't care he's on repeats
Because he spun me round ye, roundabouts
And came round to my country house
I said music is my baby, come here and 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 lickle taste
Stooshe 'pon the ditty, it make you whine up me waist
Me say my man make me move, my man make me do
All the tings that a man can't do
I said we give you a lickle trouble, yeah we give you a lickle taste
Stooshe 'pon the ditty, it make you whine up me waist
Me say my man make me move, my man make me do
All the tings that a man can't do
That a man can't do, That a man can't do
That a man can't do, That a man can't do (Stooshe!)
That a man can't do, That a man can't do
That a man can't do
Break it down