C.l. smooth unplugged

[CL Smooth] Okay~! We got the dance floor rockin, my soul band knockin And when your boy step out, it ain't no stoppin Just a non-stop party, I'm here with everybody Now whoever miss this one, is gonna be sorry Like a fireworks display, I toss a lot of bread Keep me roped off, with X amount of bottles to the head Real cozy in the V.I., tokin my cigar I'm the real power, and I don't really care who you are Just have yourself a good time, be nice to the ladies Cause we don't wanna have to whup yo' head tonight The whole thing is be polite, and if you agree If not, then move your corny ass from around me! This is grown man B.I., now the honies see why They hate to love the sophisticated thug Instead of poppin the slug, you see me cut a rug This is CL Smooth unplugged [Chorus: repeat 2X] My God - you might have the flex, but got no flavor You might have some cash, but got no class Here's the next level of love, the future for a thug To hear CL Smooth unplugged [CL Smooth] Now be honest it just feels good, to see him puttin it down More like an explosion, when I'm hittin the town I get the clubs groovin, keep it dressed to impress In nothin but the best, and won't settle for less A real trendsetter, who can top me kid? They had enough cajones, they woulda already did They know it's my time, watch me soakin it up In the booth glass of merlot, loc'n it up My Cartier frames, with the matching watch To keep the sweet ladies screamin my name for blocks We got a real connection, in your tub real late Candles burnin, the sound of my voice an escape It's the mood I'm in, the groove I'm in Where I ordinarily keep you out, I let you in Now until we are one, how I keep it on guard Is watch CL Smooth unplugged [Chorus] [CL Smooth] This a shitload of paper every time you hear it Come and have the time of your life, where nothin can control me +The Mack+ of the year, the game call me Goldie The set don't excite me, 'til you get hyphy In other words get dumb, you know where I'm from That New York nightlife, all the way to the Bay You get to see firsthand, how the players play The wardrobe spinnin, accesories are glistenin The broads I'm twistin to the toys I'm whippin Only gas up the strip, make the hood flip Not talkin right on the corner, toast on hip Why they love me like crazy, treat me like a God Life is short, you wonder why we party so hard It's a Black Heart family, the whole nine yard To hear CL Smooth unplugged [Chorus] [Outro] My God