Mira chulo tu me llamas eh? Aqui esta mi numero.
The beat dont stop till the panties drop,(uh,uh)it dont stop,(it dont stop)it
wont stop (it wont stop).
The beat dont stop till the panties drop,(uh,uh)it dont stop,(it dont stop) it
wont stop (it wont stop).
CHORUS
-And you know it just dont stop,(come on), and you know it just wont stop.
Feel the beat no stoppin' till the panties start droppin'(till the panties
start droppin')
And you know it just dont stop, and you know it just wont stop.
Feel the beat no stoppin' till the panties start droppin' baby.
1ST VERSE
-Back in the day when I was young, im not a kid anymore, but somedays I sit and
wish I was a kid again,
Cause I remember crazy summer nights, sneeking all up in your window just to do
you right
Panties wetter than a slip-n-slide, your trembling inside, I promise ill be
back tomorrow night
Your bodies callin' 12 play since the first day, now how can I forget those
days,
tellin' mom and daddy we was going to the movies, damn girl, if they really
knew what we was doin', I know I probably shouldnt even start to say, but every
time I reminisce it brings a smile to my face,
heavy breathin' and you whisper baby please dont stop, you know im on this
mission till you hit that spot, so everytime you need someone to make it hot
you know the beat wont stop, untill the panties drop.
CHORUS
-And you know it just dont stop, and you know it just wont stop
Feel the beat no stoppin', till the panties start droppin'-x2-
(check this out yo) baby
2ND VERSE
-Now play this slow jam,(this slow jam) i got you bumpin' and grindin' like our
klick
with bedroom games,poppin it off like a lingerie party(whoo), live its lovely,
puffin' on herb, we sippin' bubbly, while I rub you down with body oils,
tellin' all your girlfriends how ziggys got you stole, kissing on your lips to
the middle of your hips, how bout that,Trying so hard not to cry
Since they say man ain't supposed to cry
But these tears keep running from my eyes
I remember the day I came to the city.
My children were crying
My wife was crying
She's gonna lose me
To the girls in the city
To make her feel alright I
said it's impossible
But I was wrong
Chorus:
Can't blame you when you're going
This is something you've got to do
You've got to go ho ho.
You've been keeping me here all these years as your private lover
Letters came from home
But I never answered
'Till today when I got this letter
From my little daughter saying
"Missing you daddy."
It's time to go.
Chorus:
Can't blame you (as above)
See me now, see me no more
I heard that whistle blow
I knew it's time to go
Sitting here in this train
Going so fast past the trees
I'm thinking of words to apologize
'Cause sorry ain't enough
Chorus:
Can't blame you (till fade)