Roy Ayers – Poo Poo La La Lyrics

[Intro: Roy Ayers]
Let me kiss you… on your poo poo la la
Let me kiss you… on your poo poo la la

[Verse 1: Roy Ayers]
She was the kind of woman that would trim your toe nails at 5 o’clock in the morning
She was honest, loyal, sincere, dedicated, understanding…
She was everything a man could ever want a woman to be
She was everything to me and she was my woman
I can remember the first time we met in New York City, in Central Park
I was wearing a pair of white sneakers and a pair of white shorts
And I had white t-shirt with the inscription that read on the front of it: Earth, Wind & Fire
You could not tell me that I was not good to go!

We got married!
Two days later, we got married and everything was cool…
…for about four years
And that’s when the other voices came into the picture
You know what I’m talking about when I say the other voices?
You know, Mary said that Roy was running round with Harriet… Beverley…
…and …and it got back to the home front
And me and my old lady started going through a repititous cycle of splitting up
And coming back together, then splitting up and coming back together
Till it just got ridiculous…

You know what she said?
She said “Roy”
I said “Yo?”
She said “Roy, if you don’t stop playing that music, running all over the country like you’re crazy or something, I’m gonna leave you”
I couldn’t believe my ears!
So I went outside I took a walk around the block!
I came back in the house, and I walked up to her and I said “Come again?”
She said “If you don’t stop playing that music, running all over the country like you’re crazy or something, I’m gonna leave you”
You know what I told her?

I don’t wanna sound cold, I don’t wanna sound hard but, you know, a man can only take so much. And that was too much for me…

Let me go back… let me just forget about that negative thing… let’s go back to the positive…
Remember when we were in the park, and we had a blanket and we were laying in the park…
I’mma tell you the first words I whispered in her ear
I pulled her close to me and I said these words – check this out:
Let me kiss you… on your poo… poo la laa… oooooh oooh, baby
You’ve got to let me kiss you, kiss you…
Let me squeeze you… on your deeodada… oooooooooh oooh, baby
You’ve got to let me kiss you, kiss you…
Then I squeezed her real tight and I said:
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
Jill said… “Just don’t break your poo poo la la!”

[Verse 2: Roy Ayers]
Anyway… four year passed…
There I am sitting in my… R.A… N.Y.C.B.A.P.T
Roy Ayers New York City Bachelor Appartment
Doing my thing
Minding my own business
As a matter of fact, I was looking at… the television…
And the telephone ring
At that time, I had incorporated into my voice pattern what I call my “Barry White Approach”
And I picked up the phone and I said… “HELLO?”
There was no answer. I said it once again… “HELLO?”
And this voice came on the phone and it sounded just like this:

[Chorus: Miki Howard]
“Mmmmmmmm-mmmm-mmmmm… time went by and we both learned…
…Ooooooh-ooooh, lonely nights increased our pain…
Don’t ya think, don’t ya think, we should grow up?(?)
Let’s rebuild our family tree, heeeyaaaa…
Still love you… whether you’re right or wrong…
Mmmmmmm baby, baby… poo poo la la means I love ya, boy”

[Outro: Roy Ayers]
Poo poo la la means I love you
Love you, love you, love you, boy
Poo poo la la means I love you
Won’t… won’t you please listen to me?
Poo poo la la means I love you
I love you… yes I do
Poo poo la la means I love you
I love you tender, I love you sweet
Poo poo la la means I love you
Poo poo la la means I love you
I love you baby, yeeeaaaahahaha
Poo poo la la means I love you
Oooooh baby, don’t you know ?
Poo poo la la means I love you…

Cam’ron – Hello (feat. Don Q)

[Intro: Cam’ron]
Had to do this far my man, Murph

[Intro: Don Q]

[Intro: Cam’ron]
Rip Murph!

[Verse 1: Don Q]
Talking to lead, I’m one of the last few
Had to get my respect, it was past due
Through with my past, I just reminisce when I pass through
Moving them bags, tryin’ to get ’em flipped ’til my stash grew
Shooters that blast over the nonsense when the cash blue
Ask who? He was there when nobody actually cared
Real shit, had to share his kicks for half of the year
And now I take mine and I take his daughter shopping
Same nigga pull up to your door with the .40 knockin’
I got niggas quarter coppin’, coke in the water, lockin’
All they ever knew was hustle, cause they never saw an option
I’m hearin’ the sneak dissin’, I’m tryin’ to ignore the gossip
Third tape better be an earthquake before I drop it
I hear the hoes ponderin’, I got a cult followin’
Joe Carroll, I throw arrows into your soul hollerin’
I probably not the most known but I’m the most confident
The most relatable, no debatable, most dominant
I’m in need of a blessin’, I’m blowing weed to the heavens
Cause in my dream I was destined to see me speedin’ in 7s
When you look in the mirror, nigga, and see your reflection
Is you really or not? That’s the easiest question
I’m around OG’s, that was sellin’ ki’s out the Westin
Never leave ya protection, and never speak off confessions
Y’all niggas getting lost, when they only need a direction
Feel it when you look at his momma face, and see the aggression

[Hook: Cam’ron]
Aw man
Harlem World
High Bridge
Bronx, Queens
Staten Island
Aw man
My bad ladies
You gettin’ money?
You fuck with snitches?
Aw man

[Verse 2: Cam’ron]
He know killers, y’all know Killa
Fast cars, speed boats, all sorts of villas
Bad girls, jewelry, drive-bys, chinchillas
R-I-P to Mike but I’m the real Thriller
I’m done with that though
I ain’t beefin with the family man
Shit I’m still in the PJ’s like candy man
With dudes sellin’ whole halves of candy yams
Despite that the garage look like Candy Land
Candy painted, ain’t nothing about me tainted
Drove every car, you name it, look homie, come get acquainted
Can’t change it or rearrange it, disclaimer because I’m heinous
The 9 will make you famous, Blow! That’s for the plaintiff
The gun range no goggles, the targets they testin’ nozzles
The bullets they on point, them points you call hollows
In the club we get the bottles, we leave it we hit the throttle
Then pull up inside McDonald’s with porn stars and models
Look nigga you can’t erase me
Debate me, rape me, I’m Spacey
These bitches, they want my baby, nah baby, but you can taste me
The guns got no safety, in DC, for when they grazed me
And I ain’t been postin’ lately, y’all would really hate me
Yeah homie, it’s a blessin’, I’m here to answer the questions
I’m the OG Don Q was talkin about at the Westin
Yeah, yeah, baby let that molly rock
Niggas suckas, I’ma start sellin’ lolli pops

[Hook: Cam’ron]
Aw man
She sniffed a line
Damn that ass fat
Down south
West coast
Aw man
You gettin money?
You actin funny?
Hell no
Aw man