De La Soul With Me Lyrics

With Me Lyrics

Intro/chorus: {sung



Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby

Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby

Dance with me, come on
dance - with me baby

Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby



(repeat 2x)



[dove]

How you gon’ tell me to mind
my own biz

When you lookin like somethin I need to know about? 

I
used to go about it the wrong way, tuggin your arm when you’d pass

But
I see you got class besides all that

Yeah I’m picky in my own way
too

While the rest of these fools is lookin to screw your brains out

I bling’d(? ) out don’t(? ) wanna stand froze

Practicin my
hello’s, hey lady, how you doin

Renewin these vows is like fifty steps
beyond from here

Shit I don’t even know your name yet (word)

Ain’t sure what your character contains yet

But damn lady, you could
be my valentine

Cupid got his infrared on my chest clocked

Let the
rest flock, they just birds anyway

I grow my confidence in words the
henny way - yeah, buy me a drink

So we can sink into that thought
path..



Chorus



[pos]

Now you know you ain’t
right, eyein me up all night

Despite the fact some kid is runnin
chitta-chat in your ear

How the hell we get here, with me over here, and
you over there

When we can make, such an obvious pair? 

Why miss? 
have you misread my shyness for conceit? 

I’m peepin how you move it to
the pace of the beat

Got my eyes on wide as they constantly collide with
yours

Your heavenly body rushin the tide to shore

Your heavenly
body rushin these guys to the floor

To find pleasure in your double digit
design,

But these clowns look hurt

And as a woman’s ex-nigga I’m
a woman ex-pert

Understandin how the ovaries and all that shit work

Extremely dreamy, my eyes you look surprised

That I’m movin closer -
don’t be, I’m supposed to d.c.

Are you for real or a tease? 



[dove]

Now let that drink set in sweet, we up close and personal

Ain’t nuttin dull about this, sharp like swiss precision

(caught you
watch-in) my every move from the door

Teran escortin us to v.i.p., we live
in d.c.

Shoestring dress I wanna fuck and make your hair look a mess

Suckin the straw huh?  you know the head game

First place chick girl
I’m all about winnin too

I want my trophy life-sized in a see
through



[pos]

This ain’t your average, whippin your
batterage

Drivin song that probably isn’t your type

So I type it
long with that ink that won’t budge

Or smudge off your memory; courtesy
of skytel

My mail, pop up like some bubbles found on vh-1

Also need
the math to your color ph-1

Not the old man in the club who needs his dub
to get rubbed

But sound the buzzer, I’m comin to sub



Chorus
1.25x