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
Cuz 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
