Good evening congregation
This is your favorite Deacon, Mr. Deacon Fly
Now be prepared to hear those funky sounds
Guaranteed to put more dip in your hip
And more fly in your stride
Furry Kangol
Wrist on froze
Or the cap to the back gotcha chick screamin' who the hell is that (Damn)
Usually lay low (Lay low)
Dark blue Monte Carlo (Carlo)
Chromed out true-spokes and vogues
Gentleman wit' da rude ass flow
Tell that nigga' f*ckin' witcha
That he gone be out the picture
Girl you coming home with me tonight
At the crib ain't got no liquor
Don't you worry
Cuz this Thunderbird and grapefruit juice gone get us right (Get us right, tonight)
Never had it like before (no no)
Me and those dreamy eyes of mine had you and I intertwined (Intertwined)
In the morning tho you got to go (Got to go)
'Less you want another round
Turn around
Skinny nigga' but I like em thicker than a bowl of grits
Girl we can go pound for pound
Don't wanna ask
Don't wanna beg
You give me the head
I give you the tongue
We can make a bet
Damn, we both grown and shit
Baby girl you know what time it is
A nigga' smooth like Billy Dee in his hay
Want you to be
My Mahogany mami'
Put it down on papi'
Groove ya ass to da' beat
Might not know what you want
But I'm gone show you what you need