Ay what are you man? Yo man  that is NO way to talk to a woman man
 Man! I =BEEN= talkin to girls  man what are you talkin about?
 That girl looks =GOOD=
 Man look  you just  you buggin man  you know what you said?
 Okay  okay  alright  =YOU= show me how to talk to a lady

 [Fresh Prince]
 Aight  bet  uhh sweetheart?
 Listen up toots I like your looks
 I used to see girls like you in them girlie books
 I'm losin my mind, but it's not lost yet
 I'd pay a thousand dollars just to see your sihlouette
 Red is the rose's color, blue is the violet's
 Here's my number baby, when you get home, dial it up
 I'll be your man and you can be my lady
 and YOU can come to my house, and we can get busy baby

 Girl.. for..get about your boyfriend, he's nothin but a hassle
 You can come with me and cold chill in my castle
 Oh what a wonderful time it would be, imagine --
 -- you and 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 we'll give a call to Antonie, my private chef
 First we'll eat crablegs, 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
 and we can dip right upstairs and 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 a phone and take me off hold
 and make your hero come so I can pour my heart and soul
 I can't help but dream about the ultimate life
 Two kids, a dog, a 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 the lazy Saturday afternoons
 right after me and the kids get finished watching cartoons
 we could send them both outside to go playin
 And we could spend some time upstairs, get what I'm sayin?
 The only problem, that we would have
 is whether or not to drive the Porsche, the Benz, or the Jag
 And every night before bed, flip the radio on
 and sip Dom Perignon to the quiet storm
 Gucci, Louis Vuitton, you want more?
 Gloria Vanderbilt or Liz Claiborne
 or Christian Dior from head to foot
 The world is yours if you'll be my toots
 Ohhh 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 whaddya say, huh? Let's get busy baby

 Look, be honest, c'mon, don't lie
 Tell the truth - I'm a hell of a guy, right?
 Pretty smile, light brown eyes
 I've got miles on them other guys, face it
 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 poopsie, and you will be my hunybunch
 "Now isn't that special?" Why ain't you widdit?
 You'll be my only girl, yeah, that's the ticket
 Life's a risky business, babe you know the deal
 Sometimes you just gotta 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 drivin me crazy
 So how bout it, come on, let's get busy baby