[Intro] [syncopated percussion, clean electric guitar, melodic bass] The way you move The way, the way you move The way you are [Verse 1] You know what you do Got me thinking about nobody else but you (yeah) It don't even try, it's just your style (your style) Every time you pass by I stay a while You got that something that I can't explain (explain) Make me want to dance in the pouring rain You be dangerous but you do it sweet like that Got me losing focus when we meet I-I-I don't need to know your name (no) I just want to play a game (that way) Every time you look my way I forget what I was gonna say [Chorus] [percussion intensifies, bass becomes more melodic] The way you be-be-be-bad (be-bad) The way you be-be-be-bad (night shift, night shift) The way you be-be-be-bad (be-bad) The way you be-be-be-bad [Verse 2] [palm-muted guitar rhythm] Go-go-go baby your love Hide me like cocoa Go-go-go baby your love Hide me like cocoa, mokomokiana You dey cool my temperature If you call, I go come deliver I no go fall your hand never Say na me you go love forever I'm a khaki, no be leather, oh my Mokomokiana Anytime I see you for the room or the television your body [Bridge] [vocals become more rhythmic and staccato] Say you no know say the thing what you got it fit kill somebody You know I feel a vibe, you feel a vibe So baby wind it for me And I know you shy, but it's cool when we making love on the low, on the low, on the low [Chorus] Mokomokiana You dey cool my temperature If you call, I go come deliver I no go fall your hand never Say na me you go love forever I'm a khaki, no be leather, oh my Mokomokiana Say when I, when I come out, make I signal you Why-why you want to dey question me like interview I'm trying to put the ring on your finger too And be a better guy, be a better guy On the low, on the low, on the low Just on the low, on the low, on the low [Outro] [falsetto vocals] The way you be-be-be-bad The way you be-be-be-bad (na-na-na) The way you be-be-be-bad The way you be-be-be-bad Baby you don't even know you do it Baby you do it and you're just fluent In the language of the almost there The pull and push, the space between the air But I ain't complaining, no, no I like the way it grows Every time you say nothing I lean a little closer [percussion fades out]
