Funky Dl I Can Never Tell (feat. Stee Moglie)
Intro (Stee Moglie)
Come on, come on, come on, uh'
Verse One (Funky DL)
Yo, there she goes again
Making my head spin like a disc in a nickelodeon
Only pole position like she's standing on a podium
Dressed like a bohemian
Small frame, one size down from a medium
You know the type of woman the brothers describe as premium
Don't wanna approach in case she think you a comedian
So you trying to chill in back like a chameleon
It never matters what outfit she wear, I'm always feeling them
Some say she half Filipino and Armenian
I don't really know, it's like I'm guessing her ingredients
All I know is that she take me high like I'm on helium
Kind of girl that make you forget any woman previous
Smile that is devious, but acting like I never seen her
She a Mercedes, don't you pull in a Cortina
She Air Jordan, don't you pull up in no torn Fila's
And yo I mean this, she something outta fairy-tale
Enchanting just like a spell that mesmerizes very well
They say she's feeling me, but really I can never tell
Chorus (Stee Moglie)
Ooh girl, I wanna know what's in your headspace
You're out of this world, move a little closer
Cocoa Butter, baby come and put your cup on my coaster
Girl your brown eyes are pulling me deep in
Am I in too deep, or do I float your boat girl?
Do I float your boat girl?
Ooh girl, ooh girl
Verse Two (Funky DL)
Yo, like Pete Rock explained, she kinda' mind blowing
Take her to dinner, but don't have to keep the wine flowing
And ain't the type of girl you ever gon' deny knowing
She got an enigmatic aura and a mystery
She'll have you looking at your current girl like she is history
And have you thinking that you would do anything for this to be
Is she single? Is she joined in holy matrimony?
She leavin' brothers in a mess like kids with ravioli
And when I see her I'm like “cheese/Jheez” like it's macaroni
And she the quiet type, she never has to say nothing
I bet she go to the club and never pay nothing
Would have gave her this song, but doubt she'd hit the play button
I've seen brothers get blown to smithereens
With stupid compliments like “how you do Miss Philippines?
And never quite recover from the damaged self-esteem
And yo I mean this, she something outta fairy-tale
Enchanting just like a spell and mesmerizes very well
They say she's feeling me, but really? I can never tell
Chorus (Stee Moglie)