DJ Jazzy Jeff, The Fresh Prince - Let's Get Busy Baby lyrics

Mmm! Say baby
You got some fries to go with that shake?
Ay what are you man? Yo man
That is NO way to talk to a woman man
Man! I =BEEN= talkin to girls
Man what are you talkin about?
That girl looks =GOOD=
Man look, you just, you buggin man
You know what you said? Okay, okay, alright
=YOU= show me how to talk to a lady

Aight, bet, uhh sweetheart?
Listen up toots I like your looks
I used to see girls like
You in them girlie books
I'm losin my mind, but it's not lost yet
I'd pay a thousand dollars just
To see your silhouette
Red is a rose's color, blue is a violet's
Here's my number baby, when you get home
Dial it up
I'll be your man and you can be my lady
And YOU can come to my house
And we can get busy baby
Girl forget about your boyfriend
He's nothin but a hassle
You can come with me and
Cold chill in my castle
Oh what a wonderful time it would be
Imagine - - you and me, in my jacuzzi
Or horseback ridin or we can play tennis
But, the most intimate part will be when it's
Time to eat dinner, we'll go get dressed
And then we'll give a call to Antonie
My private chef
First we'll eat crablegs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for
The rest of the night
And if the time is right
I'll ask you to be my lady
And we can dip right upstairs
And get busy baby

You know since I first met you
I wanted to let you know how I felt
So I could get you
To treat me like a phone and take me off hold
And make your ear a cup so I
Can pour my heart and soul
I can't help but dream
About the ultimate life two kids, a dog
A goldfish - and you as my wife
We'd have a rosebush
With a white picket fence
And all the neighborhood kids would
Call me Mr prince
And on the lazy Saturday afternoons
Right after me and the kids
Get finished watching cartoons
We could send them both outside to go play
And we could spend some time upstairs
Get what I'm sayin?
The only problem, that we would have
Is whether or not to drive
The Porsche, the Benz, or the Jag
And every night before bed, flip the radio on
And sip Dom Perignon to the quiet storm
Gucci, Louis Vuitton, you want more?
Gloria Vanderbilt or Liz Claiborne
Or Christian Dior from head to foot
The world is yours if you'll be my toots
Ohhh I know what your problem is
Look those other chicks are just good friends
I'll give up my harem if you'll be my lady
C'mon whaddya say, huh? Let's get busy baby

Look, be honest, c'mon, don't lie
Tell the truth - I'm a hell of a guy, right?
Pretty smile, light brown eyes
I've got miles on them other guys, face it
You could search America, Russia or Germany
But never will you find another
Man equivalent to me
But let's discuss it, perhaps over lunch
About how I'll be your poopsie
And you will be my hunybunch
"Now isn't that special?" Why
Ain't you widdit?
You'll be my only girl, yeah
That's the ticket life's a risky business
Babe you know the deal
Sometimes you just gotta say what the hell
Now is that time, roll for the money
Life is a gamble but I'm a sure thing honey
Girl, you know you're drivin me crazy
So how bout it, come on, let's get busy baby