Record Store

Do you wanna lick it?
Do you wanna be on top?
Do you want me to rub it?
Can we do this all night?
Do you wanna lick it?

Do you wanna be on top?
Do you want me to rub it?
Can we do this all night?
Can we do this all night?
Can we do this all night?
Can we, can we, can we, can we, can-can-can-can

You played that song when we're all alone
It sounds like music when you go
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
So I'ma take you to the record store
I'ma take you to the record store
I wanna hear you sing some more
So I'ma take you to the record store, hey

Uh, that record store, but you can call it my house
I play my favorite song all day long in my house
I hit a Yogi on the couch, up in my house
Bad ones, West Coast, weed is what we all about
I got my brothers with me, you'll be okay
I'm probably surfin' on your bitch, I'm in her ocean, no waves
Uh, sing it loud, that's all I got to say
Big Steve will come to save you, baby, help is on the way, ayy

You played that song when we're all alone
It sounds like music when you go
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
So I'ma take you to the record store
I'ma take you to the record store
I wanna hear you sing some more
So I'ma take you to the record store, hey

Uh-uh-uh
These record stores, I ain't talkin' no amoeba
I'm not Justin Bieber, but I'll make you a believer
And when I pull it out, I'ma make you scream and shout
Diddy now, it sound like a choir in my house
Like sing for me, baby, sing for me, girl, sing it loud
Bad ones, West Coast, weed is what we all about
Whatever's whatever, baby, whatever floats your boat
I'm just tryna have you singin', girl, call me vocal coach

You played that song when we're all alone
It sounds like music when you go
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
So I'ma take you to the record store
I'ma take you to the record store
I wanna hear you sing some more
So I'ma take you to the record store, hey

Clothes on the floor, rockin' the boat
Knock on the door, we don't stop, we ignore
Patiently waitin', layin' there naked
Flippin' the plane as I finish this bowl
Oh, we met at the store, you know, where records is sold
Said she love music, said that I do this
Took her back home, a MacBook Pro

Let me take you down where the record spins
Just me and you, we gon' get it in
I slow it down, next track, pause it, then we go again
I'll make you sing like Whitney, you hot smokin' like chimneys
Take, take, take a hit of this Phillie
And relax, girl, now fuck with me like

You played that song when we're all alone
It sounds like music when you go
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
So I'ma take you to the record store
I'ma take you to the record store
I wanna hear you sing some more
So I'ma take you to the record store, hey