Buffalo Stance Lyrics

Buffalo Stance lyrics

Who's that gigolo on the street
   With his hands in his pockets and his crocadile feet
   Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed
   At the boys from home. They all came running
   They were making noise, manhandling toys
   That's the girls on the block with the nasty curls
   Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws
   Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?
   Gigolo, Huh, sukka?
   Gigolo. Gigolo, Huh, sukka?
   Chorus1:
   Who's looking good today?
   Who's looking good in every way?
   No style rookie
   You better watch don't mess with me
   Chorus2:
   No moneyman can win my love
   It's sweetness that I'm thinking of.
   We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
   We do the dive every time we dance
   I'll give you love baby not romance
   I'll make a move nothing left to chance
   So don't you get fresh with me
   Get funky. Yeah Timmy.
   Tell it like it is. Check out this DJ.
   So you say you wanted money but you know it's never funny
   When your shoes worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy
   But you had to have style get a gold tooth smile
   Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile
   Committed a crime and went inside
   It was coming your way but you had to survive
   When you lost your babe, you lost the race
   Now you're looking at me to take her place.
   Chorus1
   Smokin.' Not cokin.' Get funky sax.
   Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch.
   Looking good in a Buffalo Stance.
   Looking good when it comes to the crunch
   Looking good's a state of mind
   State of mind don't look behind you
   State of mind or you'll be dead
   State of mind may I remind you
   Bomb the Bass...rock this place!
   What is he like? What's he like anway?
   Yo' man what do you expect the guy's a gigolo man
   You know I mean?
   Chorus2 X 2
   Wind on my face, sound in my ears
   Water from my eyes, and you on my mind
   As I sink, diving down deep...deeper into your soul.
   Chorus2 to fade...