My Man Music Lyrics - Stooshe - Stooshe

(chorus) 

Step left, step right, pull your knees tight, 

Do the butterfly, to the side, to the side, 

Now slide yeah, that's right yeah, 

Then we're gonna bring it back to the old school vibe. 

Come come with the rhythm, come with the bass 

Turn to a hottie and go whine up your waist 

Whine up your waist, whine up your waist, 

Whine up, whine up, whine up your waist 

(verse) 

Yeah you got me 

Put on my face and pump my stereo 

You can't stop, stop, stop me (nah) 

A melody fillin' up my radio 

Now i'm thinkin' oooooohh whaaaat do i fancy? 

Hip-hop, electro. 

I could be out dub-step raving, skanking' all night, 

I still love classical 

Yeeaahhh, 

We walk that talk with stooshe lines, 

Flicks my switches all the time 

Got me spinnin' like an old school '45 

He's my A-list ev'ry night 

Then he'll make you, shake you, break the mould 

Right down to my neo soul yeah, 

Music is my baby 

He's gonna play me 

(chorus) 

Step left, step right, pull your knees tight, 

Do the butterfly, to the side, to the side, 

Now slide yeah, that's right yeah 

Now we're gonna bring it back to the old school vibe 

Come come with the riddem, come with the bass 

Turn to a hottie and go whine up your waist 

Whine up your waist, whine up your waist, 

Whine up, whine up, whine up your waist 

Yeah he's so cool, I'm on a ride with every step he's taking 

Make me brand new 

I fall in love again again again 

And every hits is ooooooooo what is that funk or blues or rock and roll 

Baby got it so mixed in create a new ting, Its all so magical 

Yeah he moves my booty to the max 

Goes to my head like a bottle of Jacks 

At his bestest, yes he's on repeats 

I don't care he's on repeats 

Because he spun me round yeah roundabouts 

And came down to my country house 

I said, music you're my baby 

Come here and play me 

(chorus) 

Step left, step right, pull your knees tight, 

Do the butterfly, to the side, to the side, 

Now slide yeah, that's right yeah 

Now we're gonna bring it back to the old school vibe 

Come come with the riddem, come with the bass 

Turn to a hottie and go whine up your waist 

Whine up your waist, whine up your waist, 

Whine up, whine up, whine up your waist 

(verse/rap) 

I say we give you a liccle trouble, yeah we give you a liccle taste, 

Stooshe 'pon da ditty, make you whine up your waist 

My man make me move, my man make me do 

All the tings that ya man can't do 

Give you a little trouble, give you a little taste 

Stooshe 'pon that ditty make you whine up your waist 

Mamma make me move, my mom make me do, 

All the tings that a man can't do, 

That a man can't do x7 

Break it downnnnnnn