C.L. Smooth Unplugged - C.L. Smooth

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

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

My God