[Intro]
(Aaaaaaah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Aaaaaaah)
(La-da-daaaaa)
Uh, uh
(Yeah, yeah)
(Aaaaaaah)
(No more cymbals man)
[Verse 1]
Uh, she like something out of Maxim, the real Swimsuit issue
Told her I miss you, I'll be back soon
Hold the spot down until I'm back home
Her girlfriends downstairs, her little nephew in the back room
But I don't mind cause she, on her job
And she, drive a nigga wild when she slob the knob
And she, throw it back when I hit her from behind
Every time, that's why I had to make her all mine, yeah
[Chorus: Rick James & Freeway]
She makes me feel alright (she do)
She makes me feel alright (yes she do)
She makes me feel alright (she do)
She makes me feel alright (woo!)
(Aaaaaaah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Aaaaaaah)
(La-da-daaaaa)
Uh, uh
(Yeah, yeah)
(Aaaaaaah)
(No more cymbals man)
[Verse 1]
Uh, she like something out of Maxim, the real Swimsuit issue
Told her I miss you, I'll be back soon
Hold the spot down until I'm back home
Her girlfriends downstairs, her little nephew in the back room
But I don't mind cause she, on her job
And she, drive a nigga wild when she slob the knob
And she, throw it back when I hit her from behind
Every time, that's why I had to make her all mine, yeah
[Chorus: Rick James & Freeway]
She makes me feel alright (she do)
She makes me feel alright (yes she do)
She makes me feel alright (she do)
She makes me feel alright (woo!)
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