1993, 1993
Oh, yeah
Uh huh
Well, she's gotta have soul
Or it won't feel right
Just plain, clean and simple
Wrapped up nice and tight
She's home grown and down home
That makes woman, yeah
She's cookin' with that old time, long lost recipe for me
It's hard to find
Guess it ain't hip enough
You take an average guy
He can't identify, oh Lord, Lord, Lord
And there's a short supply
Of the fine, fine stuff
Let me get on, let me get on, let me get on some of that
Shake it up, pick it out nice
Let me get on, let me get on, let me get on all that
I just love my baby's poundcake
Home grown and down home
That makes woman
Cookin' with that old time, long lost recipe
For me
Gimme some of that
Uh uh, uh uh, ho, oh Lord
Uh uh, uh uh, ho, hey
I want some of that
Uh uh, uh uh, ho
Give me some of that
Uh uh, uh uh, ha, Vic Johnson
That's right
I've been out there
Tried a little bit of everything
But it's all s** without love
I found the real thing is poundcake
She's home grown, she's down home
Yeah, that's woman
Still cookin' with that old time, long lost recipe
She's home grown, way down home
Oh, that's my woman
Give me some of that
Uh uh, uh uh, ho
Give me some of that
Uh uh, uh uh, ho
Give me some of that
Uh uh, uh uh, ho
Give me some of that
Uh uh, uh uh, ho, yeah
She's down home, she's home grown
C'mon, baby
Home grown, down home
Uh uh, uh uh, ho, yeah
I need some of that, c'mon baby
Uh uh, uh uh, ho, yeah
Uh uh, uh uh, ho
Uh uh, uh uh, ho
Give me some of that, give me some of that
Well, uh uh, uh uh, ho, yeah
Oh baby, oh baby, yeah
Michael Anthony on the ba**
Wooh