Buffalo Stance

Will you sit down, scratchin' and give me a beat? (Gigolo)

Ouch!

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce the hi-hat

Go on, mmm, that's good

Now tambourine, right now!

Mmm, ooh, yeah, DJ!

Who's that gigolo on the street

With his hands in his pockets and his crocodile feet?

Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed

At the boys from home, they all came running

They were making noise, manhandling toys

That's the girls on the block with the nasty curls

Wearing padded bras, sucking beer through straws

Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours? (Gigolo)

Huh, sucka? (Gigolo, gigolo)

Huh, sucka? (Gigolo)

Who's looking good today?

Who's looking good in every way?

No style rookie

You better watch, don't mess with me

No moneyman could win my love

It's sweetness that I'm thinking of

We always hang in a buffalo stance

We do the dive every time we dance

I'll give you love, baby, not romance

I'll make a move, nothing left to chance

So don't you get fresh with me

Get funky

Yeah, Timmy

Tell it like it is

Check out this DJ

So you say you wanted money, but you know it's never funny

When your shoe's worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy

But you had to have style, get a gold tooth smile

Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile

Committed a crime and went inside

It was coming your way but you had to survive

When you lost your babe, you lost the race

Now you're looking at me to take her place

Who's looking good today?

Who's looking good in every way?

No style rookie

You better watch, don't mess with me

No moneyman could win my love

It's sweetness that I'm thinking of

We always hang in a buffalo stance

We do the dive every time we dance

I'll give you love, baby, not romance

I'll make a move, nothing left to chance

So don't you get fresh with me

Smokin'

Not cokin'

Get funky, sax

Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch

Looking good in a buffalo stance

Looking good when it comes to the crunch

Looking good's a state of mind

State of mind, don't look behind you

State of mind or you'll be dead

State of mind, may I remind you

Bomb the Bass, rock this place!

What is he like?

What's he like anyway?

Yo, man, what do you expect? The guy's a gigolo, man

You know what I mean?

No moneyman could win my love

It's sweetness that I'm thinking of

We always hang in a buffalo stance

We do the dive every time we dance

I'll give you love, baby, not romance

I'll make a move, nothing left to chance

So don't you get fresh with me

No moneyman could win my love

It's sweetness that I'm thinking of

We always hang in a buffalo stance

We do the dive every time we dance

I'll give you love, baby, not romance

I'll make a move, nothing left to chance

So don't you get fresh with me

Wind on my face, sound in my ears

Water from my eyes, and you on my mind

As I sink, diving down deep

Deeper into your soul

No moneyman could win my love

It's sweetness that I'm thinking of

No moneyman could win my love

It's sweetness that I'm thinking of

No moneyman could win my love

No moneyman could win my love

No moneyman could win my love

No moneyman could win my love

No moneyman