Song Description

A song about where a third party being a girl ofcourse, might always make things a little more exciting.

Lyrics

GYRATE
arranged and written by IZ
copyright 2004 by Israel Rodrigue


Hold up wait a minute what you looking at
Hold up wait a minute you ain't this and that

You got the cat got the flash stash cash
I got a party to bash
you either coming or I'm leaving your ass
Cause I'm full blast and you're half cracked

If you ain't got no groove to make me want to move
If you ain't got no bling
how can you be a king

I'm a jack of spades pumping bumping babes
you're the queen I played
the ace the card that's layed
Cause I'm too fast for your fast ass

Step up to the plate
start the gyrate
can you feel that bass set at number eight
We've all got something to prove
We both got nothing to lose

Got my brain smoked chilling with the girls at the Apple
put my finger in the socket for a taste of hot chocolate

Whip cream as the sun went down
bouncing with some girlies
throwing down out of town
Jesus Christ
she was unbelieveable she was so cool

Oh well what the hell ya'll
one for the road yo
got's to go yo

There's so many girls ya'll
no self control ya'll
Hold the last call ya'll
the party is just getting started ya'll

bridge
Sunday morning I come creeping through the door
nothing to be found but two pair of stockings on the floor
Look through the window bumping ugly is all I saw
just her and her best friend tearing off their panty drawers
I'm not upset just wanted a taste no need to get irate
my pupils dilate I felt the vibrate

chorus
Step up to the plate
start up your gyrate
we could get it better together let's get it
so clever how we gel
we split a number one seller
Step up to the plate
start up your gyrate
there's so many girls ya'll
no self control ya'll
hold the last call ya'll
the party is just getting started ya'll

rap
I thought I was going to be able to handle
this freaky love triangle
scandal I could fadangle
ma nois mwa twa love circle my god
with two angels twisted up taboo tangle
Both by my side when I hit the club
both by my side Sunday brunch if we woke up
Egg benedict momosa salvatora
wine and dine all the time
the champange just gets us closer
Feeling good with them broads almost every night
candlelight dinners cocktail parties fucking getting high
couldn't ask for nothing better than this
had two human sex toys went all out like kinky chicks
Handcuffs and gag straps
rope whip chains switches for ass taps
it was getting really strange
and dominatrix wasn't my thing
I stayed playing the game
playing the game

bridge
You got to love it
how shit can really get up above it
and I'm above it
when situations out of hand and I touch it
And when we slug it step up to the plate
swing to bust it
There's something pumping
in the trunk is where the bass will be bumping
I'm not fronting
a little something something to make me some money
living large in sports cars work hard get far hanging with the stars

chorus