Y Should Eye Do That When Eye Can Do This? Prince
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[Intro]
Let's play a game called "you agree"
'Cause nothin' was created in disagreement, see
And if I didn't try to school you, I'd be remiss
You know what?
Why should I do that when I can do this?
(Do this)
(Boom shakalakala boom)
This drummer wicked
(Do this)
[Verse 1]
You were just conceived on a Friday night
I was on stage wasting brothers in a real fight
Everytime they copped my space down I worked it harder
Stripped down to my underwear and spanked them like they father
Never before had people seen a vision so bizarre
Play a hand that's equal to mine
Uh, look at my cards I heard your little groove and I raised you
Another
On a Sunday morning would you play that smack for your mother?
Huh, I believe you would think otherwise
A few CDs from now when the software that you're banging's not alive
In a real battle those loops y'all got suffer TKO's
Until U're playing in front of 70,000 you'll never know, nigga
This a grown folks job
All the young dogs need to recognize
If the world was God, the people need to use it with a third eye
Who? What? Why? Uh, lookout
Let's play a game called "you agree"
'Cause nothin' was created in disagreement, see
And if I didn't try to school you, I'd be remiss
You know what?
Why should I do that when I can do this?
(Do this)
(Boom shakalakala boom)
This drummer wicked
(Do this)
[Verse 1]
You were just conceived on a Friday night
I was on stage wasting brothers in a real fight
Everytime they copped my space down I worked it harder
Stripped down to my underwear and spanked them like they father
Never before had people seen a vision so bizarre
Play a hand that's equal to mine
Uh, look at my cards I heard your little groove and I raised you
Another
On a Sunday morning would you play that smack for your mother?
Huh, I believe you would think otherwise
A few CDs from now when the software that you're banging's not alive
In a real battle those loops y'all got suffer TKO's
Until U're playing in front of 70,000 you'll never know, nigga
This a grown folks job
All the young dogs need to recognize
If the world was God, the people need to use it with a third eye
Who? What? Why? Uh, lookout
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