Cmon Over
Music & Lyrics: Paul Ludenia & Kristi Ludenia
Track time: 3:59
Performance: Paul plays all instruments and vocals
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PAUL WRITES:
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!!!
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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
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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***
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