Letra Taste Of Dis de Brooke Valentine original

Vamp:>
I'm gettin' off about six
I'm rollin' through the hood so anxious
Hitting up a party without a care
I told my girls, 'I'll meet ya there!'

Verse 1:>
Tell me what sitting at home has done for you 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 this

You wanna taste of this
You wanna taste of this
I can tell you really wanna taste of this

Bridge:>
(Better get on up)
I'ma make you dance
Jump out ya seat and clap clap yo' hands
I'm fin to make you dance
This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants

I know you wanna taste of this
I can read your mind
I can read your lips

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 till I feel the burn in me
Just might take a fella home
If he knows 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 this

You wanna taste of this
You wanna taste of this
I can tell you really wanna taste of this

Bridge:>
(Better get on up)
I'ma make you dance
Jump out ya seat and clap clap yo' hands
I'm fin to make you dance
This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants

I know you wanna taste of this
I can read your mind
I can read your lips

Breakdown 1:>
DJ!
I want everybody on the floor
Dance till you can't take no more

Vamp:>
I'm gettin' off about six
I'm rollin' through the hood so anxious
Hitting up a party without a care
I told my girls, 'I'll meet ya there!'

Breakdown 2:>
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!

I know you wanna taste of this
I can read your mind
I can read your lips

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 this

U wanna taste of this
U wanna taste of this
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'