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C+C Music Factory - Things That Make You Go Hmmmm.... (Video Version) ft. Freedom Williams
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freedom Williams
Freedom Williams
Vocals
Robert Clivillés
Robert Clivillés
Percussion
Norma Jean Wright
Norma Jean Wright
Background Vocals
David Cole
David Cole
Keyboards
Paul Pesco
Paul Pesco
Guitar
Ricky Crespo
Ricky Crespo
Keyboards
Alan Friedman
Alan Friedman
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Clivillés
Robert Clivillés
Songwriter
Frederick B. Williams
Frederick B. Williams
Songwriter
David Cole
David Cole
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Clivillés
Robert Clivillés
Producer
David Cole
David Cole
Producer
Ricky Crespo
Ricky Crespo
Assistant Producer
Alan Friedman
Alan Friedman
Assistant Engineer
Paul Berry
Paul Berry
Assistant Engineer
Gene Paul
Gene Paul
Mastering Engineer
Alec Head
Alec Head
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Do-do do-do do do-do
(verse 1)
I step in the jam
The party is packed
Straight to the microphone with much tack
Plug in the mike jack
The one, the dope track
MC's playing the (bees?) cause they lack the knack to pull slack on the mic
I attract the girls
And if I slip up they get the fall back
Choose to get loose, I met a flying goose
I said to myself the chick has come home to roost
We chill for 6 weeks
I'm playing, hunting streaks
I take her around
Show her the town that she speaks for itself
It's her microphone words
She's the chick I need
I'm the Big Bird
But time and time again, this is the scene
They open their mouths
I never know what they mean
Get off the sneak tip
I really can't see it
How can you love a man you don't be with
Just cause I'm a rapper and the mic is my god
So let me ask you this question baby:
(Chorus)
What's this word called love?
What's this word called love?
(Verse 2)
Straight up I deal
I never flunk on the mic appeal
I feel blessed when I'm doing my best, you ain't real
(Weakness she kick, the levers, the prick, the bonk whose trying to grope up the donk but I stick?)
Back to back hits they need to call the quits
It's just that you're trying me again but I blitz the bits to cold crush
(You push up the bust, straddle back?)
Hoping I won't but I must
Hold back the blast
Smack your little ass
I step off the stage to wait, another grab
Jet to the car
Update the memoirs
Cold (potion?) Kiwi
I know who you are
Slide to the car on a moon roof star
I'm saying I'll drive but I know I won't go
Far to the crib
Knowing how I live
Hmm, I wanna get in her pants so I did
She said that she loves me, I said don't rub
Hey yo baby let me ask you this question alright
(Chorus)
What's this word called love?
What's this word called love?
Do-do do-do do do-do
(Verse 3)
The world is my stage
The mike is my gauge
I love what I'm doing
24 is the age to drink and get nights
And double that twice
I was born to rock mikes
But believe me I've paid the price to rock hard
I've never been hard
Nothing means much to me but this rod
Love can be mean
Tight butt jeans
Girls, they only waste time, they crush dreams
The mike is my bitch
Well ain't that a switch
You thinking you can pay my bills well pay this
And this and this and this and this plus this
Now do you want to be in love?
I think you missed the point of me rapping cause that's what I do
I wouldn't have time for this if I fell in love with you girl
Can't you understand?
If I didn't do this you wouldn't want me to be your man
It's just fame that you're out to claim
You need to go check yourselves you dumb danes
I know you want to shop at fit like a glove
But to get that close to me is unheard of
(Chorus)
What's this word called love?
What's this word called love?
Do do do do, do do do do, do do do do, do do do do
Written by: Frederick B. Williams, Robert Clivillés
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