Now, baby Stop all that gabbing We don't need No backstabbing Come take Take care of all of mine My good stuff
You know I'm grown I've got a bag of my own
On my good book I don't back up Take my tea From my favorite cup My groove is still Out of sight Got the hook Protect my love, right Three times seven You know I'm grown I got a bag of my own Wait a minute
I sweat all day And half the night Taking care of business Handle it right My body's built like a 32-20-45 frame Don't shoot nothing But ball and chain Don't knock it if You don't want to rock it
Hit me, hit me I know I'm grown I got a bag of my own
Can't get enough Got to, got to do my stuff Hit me, hit me I got a bag of my own Baby, stop all that gabbing We don't need No backstabbing Got to change my ways Taking care all Of my good stuff
You know I'm grown Now, hit me
I sweat all day Half of the night Taking care of business Handle it right My body's built like a 32-20-45 frame Don't shoot nothing But ball and chain
Shoot, shoot, shoot Shoot, ahh
Hit me, good God Got to change my ways Come on, come on, band Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, good God I got a bag of my own Hit me, good God I, I, I, I got a bag
Compositor: James Brown (BMI)Editor: Dynatone Publishing Co. (BMI)Publicado em 2002 e lançado em 1972ECAD verificado obra #1654460 e fonograma #12398858 em 02/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM