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Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

Genres: Hip-Hop

Let's Get Busy Baby Lyrics - Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

Mmm! Say baby you got some fries to go with that shake? 

Ay what are you man? Yo man that is no way to talk to a woman man 

Man! I beentalkin to girls man what are you talkin about? 

That girl looks good 

Man look you just you buggin man you know what you said? 

Okay okay alright you show me how to talk to a lady 

 

Aight bet uhh sweetheart? 

Listen up toots I like your looks 

I used to see girls like you in them girlie books 

I'm losin my mind, but it's not lost yet 

I'd pay a thousand dollars just to see your sihlouette 

Red is the rose's color, blue is the violet's 

Here's my number baby, when you get home, dial it up 

I'll be your man and you can be my lady 

And you can come to my house, and we can get busy baby 

 

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Girl for get about your boyfriend, he's nothin but a hassle 

You can come with me and cold chill in my castle 

Oh what a wonderful time it would be, imagine 

You and me, in my ja'causezi 

Or horseback ridin or we can play tennis 

But, the most intimate part will be when it's 

Time to eat dinner, we'll go get dressed 

And then we'll give a call to Antonie, my private chef 

First we'll eat crablegs, by candlelight 

Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night 

And if the time is right, I'll ask you to be my lady 

And we can dip right upstairs and get busy baby 

 

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You know since I first met you 

I wanted to let you know how I felt, so I could get you 

To treat me like a phone and take me off hold 

And make your hero come so I can pour my heart and soul 

I can't help but dream about the ultimate life 

Two kids, a dog, a goldfish - and you as my wife 

We'd have a rosebush, with a white picket fence 

And all the neighborhood kids would call me Mr. Prince 

And on the lazy Saturday afternoons 

Right after me and the kids get finished watching cartoons 

We could send them both outside to go playin 

And we could spend some time upstairs, get what I'm sayin? 

The only problem, that we would have 

Is whether or not to drive the Porsche, the Benz, or the Jag 

And every night before bed, flip the radio on 

And sip Dom Perignon to the quiet storm 

Gucci, Louis Vuitton, you want more? 

Gloria Vanderbilt or Liz Claiborne 

Or Christian Dior from head to foot 

The world is yours if you'll be my toots 

Ohhh I know what your problem is 

Look those other chicks are just good friends 

I'll give up my harem if you'll be my lady 

C'mon whaddya say, huh? Let's get busy baby 

 

Look, be honest, c'mon, don't lie 

Tell the truth - I'm a hell of a guy, right? 

Pretty smile, light brown eyes 

I've got miles on them other guys, face it 

You could search America, Russia or Germany 

But never will you find another man equivalent to me 

But let's discuss it, perhaps over lunch 

About how I'll be your poopsie, and you will be my hunybunch 

"Now isn't that special?" Why ain't you widdit? 

You'll be my only girl, yeah, that's the ticket 

Life's a risky business, babe you know the deal 

Sometimes you just gotta say what the hell 

Now is that time, roll for the money 

Life is a gamble but I'm a sure thing honey 

Girl, you know you drivin me crazy 

So how bout it, come on, let's get busy baby 

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