I met her on the corner of stamford and de Beauvoir
Looking for a lighter
she started bowling over
I was bowled over by the road vogue star
Rogue Heart a rooster
I tried to play it Bogart
So-are you looking for a place to go?
Take it slow
Get a jeger or jd and coke?
"Sorry hun on the run, got a thousand things to do,
Another time maybe. What’s that tune that your nodding to?"
Oh this, it’s just a little FUR beat
Take my number, bell me up we’ll bill a treat,
Take a seat
And put on that wax black lacquer,
lick a liqeur
hear the crackle allure
the immaculate cure for any ailment is music
smoking that newly lit tulip
If you don’t believe me prove it,
I will damn
Any day I will jam, with the crew or busker with the steel pan
At the south bank,
I’m about skank, rhymes and life
I’m just here to vibe, not tryna finda a wife.
She shot me a look tryna figure out, if I was a crook
A joker or a rookie, or if I was a wookie just tryna get some nookie.
Yeah she knew it was the latter‘
"I’ve never been chirpsed by a rapper" no matter.
Say No More
C'est L'amour
It's been a while since I hooked up with that ladyfunk
Looks like that crazy honey that tried to play me once
Now I hold the ace and trump
the bigger bass to bump
make the trunk jump
Neighbours? They can come, I'll just wake em up
by the staircase I trace a hunch
make a blunt
each some lunch,
Wash it down with the taste of rum
So make some space amongst the movement of the many on the dancefloor
hooking up a medley, Melle mel let the melee gel
I'm on that mellow cell on the sofa
guess who's walking over it's that lady from de Beauvoir
But before I can Bogart
she just rocks up like "can I have this slow dance."
No chance!
I'm just kidding of course, no remorse
Let's get down to the sound of the Source
then move into that dubby set
She whispers in my ear "let's go back to the Lover's nest."
Say no more
babe I'm yours
i wanna take you away on tour you got me acting like a cheesy mofo, call the popo
or fuck it we can go home, turn your house into a dojo
Have a swig a rum and ginger
Oh I love the figure In the figure hugger jugs are bigger
summer glamour, slammer
I'm give her such a shiver shove and fling her
fucking ninja
Biting sucking on my finger shit
hit her with the shudder trigger
screaming like she must be injured
fuck, now I'm Coming with her
Summoning a stunning river
(Sunk a swimmer)
Bun a spliff, descending from the summit to the vista
Mister Murmur, man a learner must've missed her feel the yearning as I kissed her
Tap it from the back attack it see the rump and smack it
Like I'm slapping on a bumper sticker,
Some of this stuff is the highgrade, the highway of high life
A life made of limelight and lemonade,
A little lemongrass spice it up in the everglade
And if it fades as it ever does and always will
There'll be love in the future and more ways still
Forever more, you never know what's in store
Beyond the skylight and cellar door, c'est l'amour
Say no more, c'est l'amour
Say no more, c'est l'amour
