The Guide

Ain't the type to let you tell her what she needs
Ain't gon' sit or stand around
I laid them all, I leave 'em sick, mamacita on me
One touch is never allowed
She said, 'What you want, what you want, what you want
What you want, what you want, what you want, what you want?
What you want, what you want, what you want, what you want
What you want, what you want, what you want?'

Ooh, ooh
Where you going?
Where you going?
Where you going ?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I need a winning woman, a Wonder Woman
A Gal Gadot, sophisticated and hot
She knowing what she doing, like the music here
When she step on the scene she could light up the block, uh
Sitting all, took her, make her awesome
Civil hearts hid them whole love back in a custom
Ain't too many women , I know
Who could look at your soul, just from looking at you
I heard she got these niggas falling at her feet
She kneels to no one with her golden crown
You'd be the one to play ball
You'd be the one to play ball
Have mercy on me, put some magic on me
Be my guide in the dark, uh
Have mercy on me, put some magic on me
Be my guide in the dark, guide in the dark

Ooh, ooh
Where you going?
Where you going?
Where you going?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

So when did we become so sophisticated and smart
And trying so hard that we forgot that we were animals?
But never her, I never heard a creature make such sounds
It never would occur to people her up-downs
Convertible would murder evil, pup-pup hounds, just been dogging her
Courtesy and real love found, just been dodging her
Mr. Man, misogyny hands, been massaging her
If she ran and blew up her town, shit, I would pardon her
Put a part in her scalp , scratch her dandruff
Put her heart in your hand, she threw a tantrum
Better let her get that shit off, bug repellent
Hell, they've been telling her nonsense forever
Hear some Melvin and Bluenotes is all she know
Murder, murder, murder, m-murder is all she wrote
Perverted, she prefer to be hurted, claw her throat
All the dirty verdicts, she learns watching soaps
Yeah

Ooh, ooh
Where you going?
Where you going?
Where you going?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Semi- automatic with the passion when we making love
Never made it to the bed, sexing on the living room floor
Now she on the warpath, homie probably best that you don't piss her off
Got this woman on the prowl, on the hunt she gon' eat 'em all
And she know what she looking for, know what she looking for
She said she got herself some Louboutins, got her self some Louboutins
Not indecisive, indecisive at all
She know what she looking for, got her some Louboutins

Ooh, ooh
Where you going?
Where you going?
Where you going?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh