Hands-on F- Dr Dre Got Me Open Lyrics

Got Me Open Lyrics

Intro: Dr. Dre

 

 Ai Aiyo Butter is, uhh, Hands-On in the house

 Well check it out, put some shit on for em

 Let's get it on, kick it

 Ha yeah, hell yeah

 Yeah that shit sounds dope

 Aiyo Kim, what you got to say

 

 Verse 1: Kim of Hands-On

 

 Well boy you're movin me

 There's somethin physical about it

 The way you're makin me feel

 The way you're touching me, can't explain

 Oh, I just can't keep still

 When you're kissing me it gives me what I need

 Hold on tight and baby do it all night (Check it)

 This is the part you take my heart to wipe your feet on

 I wonder how boy, you make me over

 

 Chorus: Hands-On

 Now tell me away, cos I can't stop from how you mean

 The things you do to me

 Has got my body wanting you more and more

 Oh baby, it's got it bad

 Your love has got me open

 

 Bridge: Dre

 

 Yeah

 No question, kick back, watch my dope eye rise

 Still an everyday brother with my eyes on the prize

 Take my time analysing every song that dies

 Flossin the fliest rides from hits you memorise

 Been doin this since days of N.W.A.

 Took it to the next level when I use to DJ

 Got family and fans from New York to L.A.

 They keep it real cos they know that Dre come with Bombay

 G's up, ain't nuttin changed, yo freeze up!

 When I come thru, player haters, women one-two

 The dotted Maxwell from only a minimum of set sales

 Clutch your tails for honeys waitin to exhale

 Keep writin til the next millenium

 Tape one hit when I serve these fiends, stuff mo' potent than Bolivian

 Welcome to the Aftermath

 Aiyo Crystal, what you got to say?

 

 Verse 2: Crystal of Hands-On

 

 It's like I'm glowing about the animal attraction

 That grows between us

 And then my friends ask me just where the hell I've been

 They think I'm crazy, they don't understand

 When you're next to me, I'm lost in ecstasy

 Don't let go cos I'm about to explode (Aftermath!)

 This is the part you take my heart to wipe your feet on

 Baby please don't make me over

 

 Chorus

 

 Interlude: Hands-On

 

 You touch me at the spot

 Ooh boy, you got me high (that's right)

 And when you're loving me down, I never want you to stop

 Just take it easy (say what?)

 Baby boy, you babe, you touch the spot

 I swear you got me open

 

 Chorus to fade