paroles de chanson Taste Of Dis - Edited Version - Brooke Valentine

I'm gettin' off about six
I'm rollin' through the hood so anxious
Hitting up a party without a care
I told my girls, "I'll meet ya there!"

Tell me what sitting at home has done for you lately
Pick up your rump, shake a leg, bounce to the beat
Don't know why your posted up on your feet
'Cause it's so hot in here I know you can feel the heat

(Pre Hook:)
I'm feeling good
I'm looking good
I'm pedicured
I think I'm ready
We're the fliest chicks
Up in the spot
From coast to coast
We hold it down fa sho

(Hook:)
My money, my hair, my nails fixed
My walk, my clothes, my limp
My girls, no man, don't need shit
And I can tell you want a taste of this

You wanna taste of this
You wanna taste of this
I can tell you really wanna taste of this

(Bridge:)
(Better get on up)
I'ma make you dance
Jump out ya seat and clap clap yo' hands
I'm fin to make you dance
This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants

I know you wanna taste of this
I can read your mind
I can read your lips

The party so packed people standing out in the streets
The guys are checkin' me out
Even the girls are lookin'
I'm not getting off the floor till I feel the burn in me
Just might take a fella home
If he knows how to work that thang

(Pre Hook:)
I'm feeling good
I'm looking good
I'm pedicured
I think I'm ready
We're the fliest chicks
Up in the spot
From coast to coast
We hold it down fa sho

(Hook:)
My money, my hair, my nails fixed
My walk, my clothes, my limp
My girls, no man, don't need shit
And I can tell you want a taste of this

You wanna taste of this
You wanna taste of this
I can tell you really wanna taste of this

(Bridge:)
(Better get on up)
I'ma make you dance
Jump out ya seat and clap clap yo' hands
I'm fin to make you dance
This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants

I know you wanna taste of this
I can read your mind
I can read your lips

(Breakdown 1:)
DJ!
I want everybody on the floor
Dance till you can't take no more

(Vamp:)
I'm gettin' off about six
I'm rollin' through the hood so anxious
Hitting up a party without a care
I told my girls, "I'll meet ya there!"

(Breakdown 2:)
You gone step
Step wit me come on
You gone step
Step wit me come on
It's like left right left
It's like left right left
Now slide-slide-slide-slide
It's like left right left
It's like left right left
Now dip-dip-dip baby DIP!

I know you wanna taste of this
I can read your mind
I can read your lips

(Hook:)
My money, my hair, my nails fixed
My walk, my clothes, my limp
My girls, no man, don't need shit
And I can tell you want a taste of this

U wanna taste of this
U wanna taste of this
I can tell you really wanna taste of dis

(Pre Hook:)
I'm feeling good
I'm looking good
I'm pedicured
I think I'm ready
We're the fliest chicks
Up in the spot
From coast to coast
We hold it down fa sho'