Bonafide Lyrics - Singles - B. Jon

Everybody's in the major leagues 

Ain't nobody wanna be straight up 

I see the hotties on the way to work 

They be waiting outside the club 

See Samantha got a glass of wine 

And in the corner she be laggin' behind 

To ladies room to powder her lines 

She be feeling like dyn-o-mite 

Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed 

So come move that ass 

I know what you wanna do 

She's looking for a phat wad 

Lord of a god you look good 

Premonitions saved for later 

Cause for now we're understood 

Chorus 

A me oh my God ya look so fine 

I cant touch you cause you're so bonafide 

A me oh my Bod ya look so fine 

I cant touch you cause you're so bonafide 

A Virginia Slim, can I get in 

I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep 

I got hills in the back that are plenty steep 

And you can do it 'cause youre so bonafide 

Yes all the eys that be staring at me 

Is it because I got my Rover outside 

See I just don't understand 

Is it that you think you can play me fly 

No I dont think so girl 

Ive been through it many times before 

I got a tight pocket book 

And you know I ain't open it up for no -- 

Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed 

So come move that ass 

I know what you wanna do 

She's looking for a phat wad 

Lord of a god you look good 

Premonitions saved for later 

Cause for now we're understood 

chorus (repeat) 

Look into my eyes 

Tell me what you see 

I'm not pretentious 

I invent this vibe that you feel 

chorus (repeat) 

vamp out