Let's get busy baby
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Performed by Will Smith


Listen up toots, I like your looks!
I used to see girls like you in them girlie-books.
I'm loosin' my mind, but it's not lost yet!
I'd pay a thousand dollars just to see your silhouette!
Red as the roses, color blue as the violin!
See here's my number baby, when you get home, dial it up.
I'll be your man 'n' you can be my lady
'n' you can come to my house 'n' we can get busy baby!

Girl, forget about your boyfriend, he's nothin' but a hassle.
You can come with me 'n' come chill in my castle.
Oh, what a wonderful time it would be...
Imagine you 'n' me, in my Jacuzzi.
Or horseback-ridin' or we can play tennis,
But the most intimate part will be when it's time to eat dinner.
We'll go get dressed,
and then will give call to Antoine, the private chef!
First we'll eat crab legs by candlelight.
Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night.
And if the time is right, I'll ask you to be my lady,
'n' we can get right upstairs 'n' get busy baby!

You know since I first met you, I wanted to let you know how I felt,
So I could get you to treat me like photo, take me off hold 'n' make a hero cup so I can pull my heart 'n' soul.
I can help but dream about the ultimate life,
Two kids, a dog and goldfish, and you as my wife!
We'd have a rosebush, with a white picket-fence.
And all the neighborhood kids would call me Mr. Prince.
And on a lazy Saturday afternoon, right after me and the kids get finished watchin' cartoon, we could send them both outside 'n' go playin'.
We could spend some time upstairs know what I'm sayin'?
The only problem that we would have is whether not to drive the Porsche, the 
Benz or the Jag.
And every night before bed, flip the radio on 'n' sip Dom Perignon to the quiet storm.
Coochie, ????????????????????????????????????  on this clay-born. 
Or Christian me off from head to foot.
The world is yours if you'd be my toots!
Oh, I know what your problem is.
Look, those other chicks are just good friends!
I'll give up my harem if you'll be my lady.
C'mon, what do ya say? Huh?
Let's get busy baby!

Look, be honest.
C'mon, don't lie.
Tell the chief I'm a hell of a guy, right?
Pretty smile, light brown eyes.
I've got miles on a mother-guys facet.
You could search America, Russia or Germany, but never will you find another man equivalent to me.
But let's discuss it, perhaps over lunch, about how I'll be your "popsnie" and you'll be my "honey-bunch".
Now isn't that special?
Why ain't you wit it?
You'll be my homie-girl!
Yeah, that's the ticket.
Life's a risky business, babe you know the deal.
Sometimes you just got to say what the hell.
Now is that time, roll for the money.
Life is a gamble, but I'm a sure thing honey!
Girl, you know, you tryin' to be crazy!
So how about it? 
C'mon, let's get busy baby!