Tribe - Theophilus London, Jesse Boykins III

I’m pagin' Aroma, pagin' Sada

Had lil' poom-poom, she called me dada

Kiss the poom-poom, so oochie-walla

Praise the fatha, praise the fatha, PRAISE!

Jenna, Lisa, Frita

And I’ll just sit in the back of the Bimmer

Puffin' the lala, smokin' the reefer

HB shotgun rollin' the Keisha

I got a Cameroon boo, but we lay low

We had our first kiss near the equator

And mama-se mama-sa, mama say so

And this thing may never get a day old

Back in Paris with Alice for dinner

Smokin' the Cuban, boy keep ya chin up

Girl in the blue dress look like a winner

Caught my eye in the back of the mirror

You know I got to show love, show love

Show love, show love

You know I got to show love, show love

Show love, show love

You know I got to show love

One hour later, I had to praise her

Cruise head to Spain, I think I’m Vega

Any flavor, every summer

Me and Brodinski bringin' the numbers

Groovin' to Salsa with Eda

Hop on the MDMA, feeling better

Said that her favorite car was a Jetta

Sent me some champagne all with a letter

Made me say musa, musa, musa

I want to go down to St. Lucia

Got Brianna, bought for two

Scenery, boy, it’s all for you, hey

I’ma reveal her, bump and feel her

Boys, gangsters, touch with the razors

Diamente velvet laces

The girl needs savin', boy, go save her

You know I got to show love, show love

Show love, show love

You know I got to show love, show love

Show love, show love

You know I got to show love

All the day, show love

Every day show love

What you say, show love

All the day, show love

You know I got to show love, show love

Show love, show love

You know I got to show love, show love

Show love, show love

You know I got to show love