Текст песни Black from the Waist Down - DJ Nasty

Your boyfriend is so posh and his family found Ferrari,
When his stocks are on the rise you love to chase that pace,
Do you prefer his Rolex? or his motherfkin' pretty face.

In the club, on the floor I want some more, I'm waiting for a sign,
While you drink up expensive vodka, straight to V.I.P no line,
I've got to grab your attention, locked on your sex appeal,
But will you really love me? I don't have nothing to steal.

No Harley, no money, no single family home,
No Mac, no Windows, no Iphone, no Droid.

But I do have somethin' special baby,
That your boyfriend will never ever own...

I'M BLACK FROM THE WAIST DOWN!

Put your hands down,
Slide your hands, baby,
Put your hands down,
Slide your hands (ahhhhhh)
Put your hands down,
Slide your hands, baby,
Put your hands down...

Your boyfriend is so posh and his family found Ferrari,
He uses Apple condoms and he's Facebook friends with G.Armani,
When his stocks are on the rise you love to chase that pace,
Do you prefer his Rolex? or his motherfkin' pretty face.

In the club, on the floor I want some more, I'm waiting for a sign,
While you drink up expensive vodka, straight to V.I.P no line,
I've got to grab your attention, locked on your sex appeal,
But will you really love me? I don't have nothing to steal.

No Gucci, No Porsche, no steeds or fancy horse,
No tennis, no yacht, no sweater with a knot,
No golf, no sking, no platinum diamond ring.

But I do have somethin' special baby,
That your boyfriend will never ever own...

I'M BLACK FROM THE WAIST DOWN!