C.L. Smooth Unplugged

Okay! We got the dance floor rockin, my soul band knockin
 And when your boy step out, it ain't no stoppin
 Just a non-stop party, I'm here with everybody
 Now whoever miss this one, is gonna be sorry
 Like a fireworks display, I toss a lot of bread
 Keep me roped off, with X amount of bottles to the head
 Real cozy in the V.I., tokin my cigar
 I'm the real power, and I don't really care who you are
 Just have yourself a good time, be nice to the ladies
 Cause we don't wanna have to whup yo' head tonight
 The whole thing is be polite, and if you agree
 If not, then move your corny ass from around me!
 This is grown man B.I., now the honies see why
 they hate to love the sophisticated thug
 Instead of poppin the slug, you see me cut a rug
 This is CL Smooth unplugged
 My God - you might have the flex, but got no flavor
 You might have some cash, but got no class
 Here's the next level of love, the future for a thug
 to hear CL Smooth unplugged
 Now be honest it just feels good, to see him puttin it down
 More like an explosion, when I'm hittin the town
 I get the clubs groovin, keep it dressed to impress
 In nothin but the best, and won't settle for less
 A real trendsetter, who can top me kid?
 They had enough cajones, they woulda already did
 They know it's my time, watch me soakin it up
 In the booth glass of merlot, loc'n it up
 My Cartier frames, with the matching watch
 to keep the sweet ladies screamin my name for blocks
 We got a real connection, in your tub real late
 Candles burnin, the sound of my voice an escape
 It's the mood I'm in, the groove I'm in
 Where I ordinarily keep you out, I let you in
 Now until we are one, how I keep it on guard
 is watch CL Smooth unplugged
 My peoples - this is champagne music, caviar lyrics
 This a shitload of paper every time you hear it
 Come and have the time of your life, where nothin can control me
 +The Mack+ of the year, the game call me Goldie
 The set don't excite me, 'til you get hyphy
 In other words get dumb, you know where I'm from
 That New York nightlife, all the way to the Bay
 You get to see firsthand, how the players play
 The wardrobe spinnin, accesories are glistenin
 The broads I'm twistin to the toys I'm whippin
 Only gas up the strip, make the hood flip
 Not talkin right on the corner, toast on hip
 Why they love me like crazy, treat me like a God
 Life is short, you wonder why we party so hard
 It's a Black Heart family, the whole nine yard
 to hear CL Smooth unplugged