Come On Over
Album: TWENTY TEN AGAIN
By: Paul Ludenia
By: Paul Ludenia
Duration
3:52
Genres
Description
It's the end of summer '09 and was thinking about all the fun parties and stuff that went on. So, I wrote a summer-y fun song about parties and just having fun. Kristi helped me with the concept of the song and some of the lyrics. ;) The artwork above that accompanies this song, well, I think you know what's going on. ;) I hope y'all like it!!! Listen and enjoy!
Lyrics
Cmon Over (Ludenia) Well hello there everybody; Wanna welcome you to the party Come up close and get to know my crazy style They call me Snoop Pauly Paul; I thought I'd introduce to you all my flow that goes on for miles and miles I'm standing six foot two; And I know just what to do Cause I can do you like you wanna be done So stick by me; I'll make you happy as you can be We won't stop until we see the sun ***CHORUS*** So Cmon over, we're outside Jump on in, the water's fine The cold beer is chillin', my phat rhymes are illin' And everybody's sippin' sunshine So Cmon Over, We're Outside *** When you come to my show; You know the clothes are optional I've never been known to be all that shy In the sun, I drink my beer; But pass that bottle over here See, I'm a tequila shootin' kinda guy For all those that aint here; Just listen for the cheers We aint stoppin' anytime soon See my friends are filling in; Like it's never gonna end So for you I sing this tune... ***CHORUS*** Gimme da microphone I'm gonna spit until I'm done Lyrically blasting you, You better back it up, son Rat-ta-ta-Tat-Tat like the bullets from my gun Leaving you in the dust for you to mop it up some Now that you know my flavor, for you to savor Only one thing left to do, my neighbor You know I gots to rap, but spittin' lyrics aint nothin' Tell me, may I kick y'all somethin'? Now, the ladies are drinking shots; while they listen to me rock I see their asses shakin' side to side Then they hit the dance for; wanting Pauly more and more Their love for me is much too hard to hide I don't know when we'll be done, but listen to me, son You're invited, but not alone Go get yourself some girls; with the pretty, pretty curls Bring 'em with you to Paulys home ***CHORUS***
