Lyrics Brooke Valentine – Taste Of Dis

Intro Vamp:
I’m getting off about six
I’m rollin’ trough da hood all anxious
Hitting up a party without a care

Verse 1:
Tell me what sitting at home has done for u lately
Pick up your rump shake a leg bounce to the beat
Don’t know why your posted up on your feet
‘Cause it’s so hot in here I know you can feel the heat

Pre Hook:
I’m feeling good I’m looking good
I’m pedicured I think I’m ready
We’re the fliest chicks up in the spot
From coast to coast we hold it down fa sho

Hook:
My money, my hair, my nails fixed, my walk,
My clothes, my limp, my girls, no man
Don’t need shit and I can tell you want a taste of dis

Vamp:
U wanna taste of dis
U wanna taste of dis
I can tell you really wanna taste of dis

Counter Hook:
Better get on up
I’ma make u dance
Watch back I’ma make u dance
This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants

Bridge:

Verse 2:
The party so packed people standing out in the streets
The guys are checkin’ me out
Even the girls are lookin’
I’m not getting off the floor til I feel the burn in me
Just might take a fella home
If he know how to work that thang

Pre Hook:
I’m feeling good I’m looking good
I’m pedicured I think I’m ready
We’re the fliest chicks up in the spot
From coast to coast we hold it down fa sho

Hook:
My money, my hair, my nails fixed, my walk,
My clothes, my limp, my girls, no man
Don’t need shit and I can tell you want a taste of dis

Intro Vamp:
I’m getting off about six
I’m rollin’ trough da hood all anxious
Hitting up a party without a care
I told my girls
«I’ll meet ya there!»

Breakdown:
You gone step
Step wit me come on
You gone step
Step wit me come on
It’s like left right left
It’s like left right left
Now slide-slide-slide-slide
It’s like left right left
It’s like left right left
Now dip-dip-dip baby DIP!

Hook:
My money, my hair, my nails fixed, my walk,
My clothes, my limp, my girls, no man
Don’t need shit and I can tell you want a taste of dis

Hook:
My money, my hair, my nails fixed, my walk,
My clothes, my limp, my girls, no man
Don’t need shit and I can tell you want a taste of dis

Vamp:
U wanna taste of dis
U wanna taste of dis
I can tell you really wanna taste of dis

Pre Hook:
I’m feeling good I’m looking good
I’m pedicured I think I’m ready
We’re the fliest chicks up in the spot
From coast to coast we hold it down fa sho