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| 2. |
| 4:25 | 
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Just sit back and relax
Listen to the 8-track I'll dig you like an old soul record Remember back in the day When everyone was black and conscious And down for the struggle Love brought us all together Just sittin' back and talkin' Cultivating a positive vibe Blue lights in the basement Freedom was at hand And you could just taste it Everything was cool Diggin' on me diggin' on you Everything was cool And brothers were singing "Ain't no woman like the one I got" I'm diggin' you I dig you like an old soul record Just sit back Relax Listen to the 8-track I'll dig you like an old soul record Now brothers (be) base-in Running from the beat-down cops that be chasin' Running out of time Running out of patience In this war of the conscious mind I need some black-on-black love A slow grind for these changin' times (the booty-slammin' part!) Beautiful brown bodies Pimp, switch and sway To the soulful sounds Gotta get up gotta get down Cause you give me good feeling You give me good feeling Yes you do I'm diggin' you I dig you like an old soul record Just sit back Relax Listen to the 8-track I'll dig you like an old soul record |
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| 3. |
| 4:31 |
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You say that's your boyfriend You say I'm outta line That's funny, he said I could call him up anytime You can call me wrong and say that I ain't right But if that's your boyfriend He wasn't last night I'm the kinda woman I'll do almost anything To get what I want I might play any little game Call me what you like but you know it's true You're just jealous because he wasn't with you Don't mean no harm I just like what I see and it ain't my fault if he wants.. ME Got what I wanted and the feelin was right If that's your boyfriend he wasn't last night Boyfriend, boyfriend, yes I had your boyfriend If that's your boyfriend x3 He wasn't last night (Repeat) Now late at night he calls me on my telephone That's why when you call him all you get is a busy busy tone Grew upset cuz you one stuck up bitch Maybe he needed a change a switch Who am I not to oblige Especially if the man is fly So call me what you like Go ahead call me what you like While I boot slam your boyfriend tonight Boyfriend, boyfriend, yes I had your boyfriend If that's your boyfriend x3 He wasn't last night (Repeatx2) Ooh ooh baby baby Good to the last chip at the bottom of the bag Ooh baby baby Make you wanna do things that you never have Ooh baby baby Mad sex and when we're through I really have no problem actin like I don't know you You can say I'm wrong You think that's kinda freaky I can't be trusted I'm kinda sneaky But no get your story right He knocked on my door So what should I say no for? So If that's your boyfriend x3 He wasn't last night |
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| 4. |
| 4:14 |
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| 5. |
| 4:05 |
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Let me run my fingers through your dred locs
Run them all over your body til your hollor stops As in life they grow a high on high Ooh! How I love a black man oh my my Lay your body down to give yourself strength As you walk through this world of confrontation Rest your weary head and let me run my fingers through your dreds ( sing along part ) Let me run my fingers through your dred locs And rub your body down As I bathe my body in the sun In the land where life began stands a man One with nature with his head held high He never questions why Together we make the fruit of life So I love and treat him right So rest you weary head and let me run my fingers through your dreds ( Sing along part ) Let me run my fingers through your dred locs And rub your body down ( Mack vibe ) Let me run my fingers through your hair x4 *kinky dred love* Caress and kiss your tears away I want to touch your body Walk through your mind Undress you slowly Take my time? ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By NDEGEOCELLO, MESHELL <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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| 6. |
| 1:42 |
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Her blackness is fine, the blackness of her skin the blackness of her mind
Her beauty cannot be measured with standards of a colonized mind Darker than blue darker than her blackness Unblemished her features broad and striking She cradles his body with her large hands Her fingers stretch endlessly into his world of pain Her caresses warm and penetrating she loves the black boy His existence predestined to be one of no remorse compassion Or the delusion of equality But the love he gives (a doxology for her) He praises and cares for what he can never be There's such purity in a love that is essential to the loving of one's self |
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| 3:55 |
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She's darker than a child's deepest sleep
And into his mind she creeps In this world of lies and confusion She's the only thing not clouded by illusions The pain of everyday life is hidden by the blackness of our skin He searches to find peace within He finds love in the blackness of her skin Back to the ghetto Serenaded by the violence outside the window Project aristocrats gather they realize That our hearts and minds are shackled by the lies But he finds peace when he looks into her eyes And see her blackness is fine The blackness of her skin the blackness of her mind Straight from the womb Right smack dab in the middle of??징??짯 Poverty insecurity no one to save me The young black man lays his head on her young black thighs So that the child in her womb can hear the tears That the black man cries Soon come on a wave of positivity the big swinger, Swingin'like a jazz singer travelin', movin', movin', Steppin'in my three-quarter shell-toes, Groovin'love to hear the brothers signify sisters with their head held high Summertime, the livin'is easy dreaming of seas of dark tranquility On the project train full speed on the project train heading for my love that's sweet like sugercrane |
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| 8. |
| 5:08 |
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We've been indoctrinated and convinced by the white racist standard of beauty
The overwhelming popularity of seeing, better off being, and looking white My brothers attempt to defy the white man's law and his system of values Defiles his white woman, but my mum, Master's in the slave house again Visions of her virginal white beauty Dancin'in your head Your soul's on ice Your soul's on ice Brother brother Are you suffering from a social infection mis-direction Excuse me does the white woman go better with the brooks Brothers suit? I have psychotic dreams Your jism in a white chalk line You let my sister go by Used to be customary to bow one's eyes at the sight of a white face konks and fade Creams sad passion deferred dreams I am a reflection of you Black and blue pure as the tears of coal-colored children crying for acceptance You can't run from yourself She's just an illusion Black love anthems play behind white-skinned affection New Birth stereophonic spanish fly let her cry. But you no longer burn for the motherland brown skin You want blond-haired, blue-eyed soul Snow white passion without the hot comb |
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| 4:46 |
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Dial the 7 digits,
It's quite simple I'll be there in a hurry Jack be quick Jack be nimble Call me up when you feel the need to talk When words aren't of the essence I'll soothe you with my presence A kiss here and there from head to toe Just call me up when you want more You can be king for a day I'll be your queen let me treat you that way When you need me baby, yeah! Just call me Are you into this If not we can do that 'cause when we get together it's like Lena Horne singin'Stormy weather" We can get loose and kinky Be my teddy bear, forget your every care the M-E-S-H-E-E-L and I aim to please your every little fantasy You can be king for a day I'll be your queen let me treat you that way Get loose work out Work up a sweat till you fall out I'm in the mood for love So we can play house I'll treat you like Julius Caesar Best to bet that I'll treat you like a king, ring a ding ding Just call me up 'cause it ain't nothing but the real thing Dazin'glazin', so amazin' Snugger than a bug in a rug So let's get crazy |
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| 5:08 |
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Here I am waiting.
Just waiting. Anticipating a chance to run into you. I sit here for hours. One day I even sat through a rain shower. For just a glance. A chance to talk to you. You're probably wondering how I even know you. For now you're just my dream. And when I wake up I hope you talk to me. Here I sit outside your door. Talk to me. I'd be content to just sit here and talk to you. In my dreams you love me and me only. The way you kiss and hold me. Love is what I search and search to find. But until then I'll just dream for the meantime. |
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| 4:39 |
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I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show
I wanna hold your hand I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show I wanna hold your hand A hopeless romantic, that's what I've been called So don't talk 'bout love 'cause I'll fall Moved by the way you walk, talk, the color of your eyes Want to hug and kiss you when you walk by The way you eat your cereal, it's so cute Reading Shakespeare in your birthday suit I'm just a hopeless romantic Hopelessly in love with you I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show I wanna hold your hand I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show I wanna hold your hand In my script there's a love scene, picture it Candles with warm apple cider [Incomprehensible] on the radio Oh, caress your funky dreads in the candle's glow Whisper in my ear 'Cause I'm in the mood for love I'm just a hopeless romantic Hopelessly in love with you Kiss and hug you, baby Kiss and hug you, baby I wanna be with you Wanna hold your hand, hold your hand I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show I wanna hold your hand I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show I wanna hold your hand I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show I wanna hold your hand I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show I wanna hold your hand I wanna hold your hand, I wanna hold your hand Sitting in the dark in the back of the picture show, yeah And when you sit next, baby, I can hold your hand, baby Yo, we can hang out, baby, at the picture show Little talk in the back of the picture show Hanging in the back in the dark of the picture show We can look back, baby And I'll kiss you here, kiss you there And kiss you here, kiss you there Even in the dark, baby, oh You kiss all over my neck, baby You are sitting in the dark in the back of the picture show Sitting in the back in the dark of the picture show Sitting in the back in the dark of the picture show You can lean back, baby Sitting in the dark in the back of the picture show |
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| 4:55 |
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Tell me, what is a girl to do.
I try so very hard to try and please you. Even though you know you don't really care. Or is that you find your feelings too hard to share. Friends say I'm crazy for the way that I feel. You don't love me now. You probably never will. But my love is far stronger than pride. Even though I know there'll always be another by your side Let me make sweet love to you baby x2 Cry my tears by candlelight. I'm just another lonely heart, here on a lonely night. Screams of passions. I call out your name making love to another. Just to ease my pain. Will this ever change? Will you ever feel the same way about me? Let me make sweet love to you baby x2 |
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| 13. |
| 4:16 |
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Excuse me, you headin' my way?
Tryin' to find something to brighten up my day Maybe I could talk to you or you could talk to me Your eyes seem to call out for some comfort Is it the everyday racism Or a pain from deep within I may not understand now but then again You could talk to me Or we could just sit here and daydream Say, you headin' my way Two lonely hearts on the subway Singin' the blues on the subway train Black, black yes, it's hard and that's a fact But I can rise above when I have love Here comes the train Please don't turn and walk away, stay We could read some Ntozake Shange And I loose myself in the book I escape to my heavenly tomb Or we could read the voice It's your choice, I just want to get to know you Your lovely black face Accompanied by some strictly roots As we venture, it's just nice to be near you |
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