Release It
Yo Stella, if you think I'm afraid of you
Grace, if you so much as think I can't do the do
Girl, if you dream I came to jerk around
You'd better wake up, and release it
Party people in the crib get hyped
Let's get this party funkin' right
Come on
Come on
(Release it)
Listen to me now, release it
Come, come on, come on, release it
Whose crib is this? (My crib)
Whose wine you drinkin'? (Mine)
Who asked your ugly ass what time it was? (Nobody)
We're doing fine
Take it all off
Bass, I need the funk in my face
I can't stand tight asses in my place
Let's get hype y'all, release it
(Release it)
What time it is, band?
Time to get sleazy up in here
Mary, sweet mother of Jesus
Fuck that
Oh Stella, I know you came alone
'Cause ain't just any man qualified to take you home?
Me? No, I'm not a man, Jerome?
He's an adventure
Oh, somebody slap me, I don't know
Party people in the crib get hyped
Party people in the crib get hyped
Release it
Yes
Release it
Jerome? (Yo?)
When this solo's through
Jerome? (Morris?)
Find me a Stella to rap to (yes)
Whose beat is this? (My beat)
Whose horns are these blowing? (Mine)
Who asked your dumb ass how to catch a groove? (Nobody)
We're doing the do
Jerome? (Yes)
Whose Stella is this? (My Stella)
Whose Stella is this? (My Stella)
Then what's she doing over here with me? (Ah)
What's she doing over here with me?
Who told you that women like men with no money?
Release it, boy
Go'n Stella, dance
Say man, back up, give me some room
Dance, shake it like a pecker wood
(Release it)
Over and over and over and over and over
Your girlfriends told ya, that I'm the rover
But I'm here to scold ya, that I'm feelin' alone
Then we can bone
Gimme a number to phone, you grown
And I am so, if you say no
Instead of cryin' I'll keep tryin'
Until you're dyin', to have me for your own
So peep Stella, peep Stella
If you think that I'm afraid of you (do it, MD)
If you think that I'm afraid of you (rap to her)
If you think that I can't do the do (yeah, papa)
If you think that I can't do the do (woo)
If you think I came to jerk around
Go'n, say it
You better wake up, Stella (wake up)
This is my town
Release it
Man, let them drum kick
Let's get the hell outta here
Let's do it, she's gone
Release it
Motherfucker, get yo ass out of my way
Release it
Release it
Grace, if you so much as think I can't do the do
Girl, if you dream I came to jerk around
You'd better wake up, and release it
Party people in the crib get hyped
Let's get this party funkin' right
Come on
Come on
(Release it)
Listen to me now, release it
Come, come on, come on, release it
Whose crib is this? (My crib)
Whose wine you drinkin'? (Mine)
Who asked your ugly ass what time it was? (Nobody)
We're doing fine
Take it all off
Bass, I need the funk in my face
I can't stand tight asses in my place
Let's get hype y'all, release it
(Release it)
What time it is, band?
Time to get sleazy up in here
Mary, sweet mother of Jesus
Fuck that
Oh Stella, I know you came alone
'Cause ain't just any man qualified to take you home?
Me? No, I'm not a man, Jerome?
He's an adventure
Oh, somebody slap me, I don't know
Party people in the crib get hyped
Party people in the crib get hyped
Release it
Yes
Release it
Jerome? (Yo?)
When this solo's through
Jerome? (Morris?)
Find me a Stella to rap to (yes)
Whose beat is this? (My beat)
Whose horns are these blowing? (Mine)
Who asked your dumb ass how to catch a groove? (Nobody)
We're doing the do
Jerome? (Yes)
Whose Stella is this? (My Stella)
Whose Stella is this? (My Stella)
Then what's she doing over here with me? (Ah)
What's she doing over here with me?
Who told you that women like men with no money?
Release it, boy
Go'n Stella, dance
Say man, back up, give me some room
Dance, shake it like a pecker wood
(Release it)
Over and over and over and over and over
Your girlfriends told ya, that I'm the rover
But I'm here to scold ya, that I'm feelin' alone
Then we can bone
Gimme a number to phone, you grown
And I am so, if you say no
Instead of cryin' I'll keep tryin'
Until you're dyin', to have me for your own
So peep Stella, peep Stella
If you think that I'm afraid of you (do it, MD)
If you think that I'm afraid of you (rap to her)
If you think that I can't do the do (yeah, papa)
If you think that I can't do the do (woo)
If you think I came to jerk around
Go'n, say it
You better wake up, Stella (wake up)
This is my town
Release it
Man, let them drum kick
Let's get the hell outta here
Let's do it, she's gone
Release it
Motherfucker, get yo ass out of my way
Release it
Release it
Credits
Writer(s): Prince Rogers Nelson, Morris Day, Levi Jr. Seacer
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