Makeba, makeba ma che bella, can I get a oooh wee Makeba, makes my body dance for you Makeba ma che bella, ooh wee Makeba, makeba ma che bella, can I get a oooh wee Makeba, makes my body dance for you I wanna hear your breath just next to my soul I wanna

Makeba, makeba ma che bella, can I get a oooh wee Makeba, makes my body dance for you Makeba ma che bella, ooh wee Makeba, makeba ma che bella, can I get a oooh wee Makeba, makes my body dance for you I wanna hear your breath just next to my soul I wanna

Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'till you get sore Smack that, oh-oooh Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me

Ooooooh that's right What if you should decide That you don't want me there by your side That you don't want me there in your life Oooooooh that's right Let's take a breath try to put it aside What if there was no lie Nothing wrong, nothing right What if

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Aaah aaah aaah aaah Lord, I miss you child I've been sleeping all alone Lord I miss you Oooh oooh oooh I've been holding out so long I've been hanging on the phone

Oooooh oh oh oh, nananana Oh, I may stay here for awhile If I'm gonna fly, gonna fly down south If I'm gonna drive, I'm gonna find a small town South is where my momma lives Where my lil piece of heaven is If I'm gonna dream, I'm gonna dream your face

Oooooh oh oh oh, nananana Oh, I may stay here for awhile If I'm gonna fly, gonna fly down south If I'm gonna drive, I'm gonna find a small town South is where my momma lives Where my lil piece of heaven is If I'm gonna dream, I'm gonna dream your face

Don't leave me now Ooooh, babe Don't say it's the end of the road Remember the flowers I sent I need you, babe To put through the shredder In front of my friends How could you go?

Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell The smell of death surrounds you Hey, you're a fool you Stick them needles in your arm Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on

Treat the youths right Or you'll been playin' with dynamite Instead of putting up a fight Oooh, yeah (Oooh, yeah) Oooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Now if you treat the youths right Instead of giving us a fight Instead of putting us a fight When you go and