The band was founded in 1970 by Joe Zawinul (keyboards) and Wayne Shorter (saxophones) following their experiences in Miles Davis's pioneering electric band of the late 60s, although they had been friends for a decade before this. Zawinul and Shorter were the only permanent members: other musicians included bassists Miroslav Vitous, Alphonso Johnson, Jaco Pastorius and Victor Bailey; drummers Alphonse Mouzon, Eric Gravatt, Chester Thompson, Peter Erskine and Omar Hakim; and percussionists Airto Moreira, Alex Acuña and Manolo Badrena; with numerous other collaborators and guests.
Weather Report's earliest releases owe a clear debt to Miles Davis's late 60s electric style, but by the release of Mysterious Traveller in 1974, the group had arrived at a style of its own: several of the tracks depend upon propulsive rhythmic figures, with solos more explorative of mood than technical 'excellence'. In this respect they were always more artistically ambitious than the majority of other jazz fusion artists.
From Black Market (1976) until Weather Report (1982) the band's line-up was at its most stable, with Zawinul, Shorter and Pastorius remaining constant as the group's core. This period saw the release of Heavy Weather (1977), the album which brought Weather Report to its widest public awareness with the hit single Birdland.
Following Pastorius's departure, the constant revolving door of musicians, coming down from their peak of popularity, and conflicting solo projects all took an increasing toll on the band. Their final release This Is This in 1986 was dominated by Zawinul's keyboards and included solos by Carlos Santana; Shorter's saxophone was hardly to be heard at all.
A full history and discography can be found at http://www.binkie.net/wrdisc/.
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Is that right Beezy?
And
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Tell em li'l' homi
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Rick Rock
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
I'm on my light, bright, damn near white
Back on the street under the moon light
But the broad don't know me, matic on the song
Bra on the floor, Christian Dior thong
Super thick, thick? 'cause I don't like boney
My little Latin broad run around in her chonies
Take your pants off, let me see you walk
She always say, yadadamean when she talk
I got a forty in the freezer and I think I'm gone tease her
Try to get a girl to suck me to sleep
And if you ain't suckin' then ain't doing nothing
Cause girl I ain't just trying to beat
And I'm short and you tall
I spend a rack at the Fairfield Mall
And I'm short and you tall
I spend a rack at the Fairfield Mall
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Take it off now, get naked you Beezy
Take it off now, get naked you Beezy
Take it off now, get naked you Beezy
Take it off now, get naked you Beezy
Betcha won't talk till they sniff out the cash
Then they offer us to get close to the stash
I just wanna tap it, wanna see you clap it
In a stunna van, all up and down traffic
7 0 savage, bitch say it backwards
First come the hustle then comes all the cabbage
With enough drama to hit Judge Mathis
Making us go dumb all in the clearing
I pull bitches like Jessica Rabbit
I don't even talk, pussy come automatic
Rockin' my kicks, so Beezy I'm chargin'
Trying take the Bay Street to Madison Square Garden
Sure I'm 'bout hyphy, sure I'm bout thizzin'
Granddaddy purple just get up from the business
So I'm bout scrapers with stunnas on
Get some handy y'all then I'm gone
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Take it off now, get naked you Beezy
Take it off now, get naked you Beezy
Take it off now, get naked you Beezy
Take it off now, get naked you Beezy
G e t n a k e d, get naked
(Ay, I remember the first time I met you)
G e t n a k e d, get naked
(I knew I wanted to get naked)
G e t n a k e d, get naked
(Right here? right now? okay)
G e t n a k e d, get naked
Let's walk around like Africans
Nuts swangin', tits hangin', ass and 'em
Strip down, mommy like I'm hurt a thing
Dick down mommy, how you want it, from the back?
Maybe froggy style, I'll make it worth while
Rockstar, ginseng or pro style
Donkey pokin' out take off them triple 5s
Show a lil nipple, go on get it live, hey
Hyphy in the zone, butt naked with my Nikes on
Take them ripper slippers off, that's hey
Your toes beat back, matter of fact keep 'em on
Your head came right, I call her good dome
I wanna see a murray, kitty
Mix baby with a good herb, bet it look pretty
Go on, so super sleazy
Enough bout me
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Get naked you Beezy
Take it off now, get naked you Beezy
Take it off now, get naked you Beezy
Take it off now, get naked you Beezy
Take it off now, get naked you Beezy
To get naked or to not get naked
You know you want to get naked
I love you
Even though I don't know you
Just get naked
Like the li'l' homie say
Get naked you Beezy
I must take a trip to California
I need to go on a trip to California
Get naked you Beezy
Take off your clothes, Beezy
Tell em li'l' homi
The little homie wants you to take your clothes off
I'm on my light, bright, damn near white
I have fair skin
Back on the street under the moon light
Walking outside at night
But the broad don't know me, matic on the song
The woman doesn't know me, but I'm playing music loudly
Bra on the floor, Christian Dior thong
A woman's bra is on the floor along with her designer thong
Super thick, thick? 'cause I don't like boney
Prefer women with curves and not skinny
My little Latin broad run around in her chonies
My Latina girlfriend runs around in her underwear
Take your pants off, let me see you walk
Take off your pants so I can see how you walk
She always say, yadadamean when she talk
She frequently says 'you know what I mean' when she speaks
I got a forty in the freezer and I think I'm gone tease her
I have a 40-ounce bottle of malt liquor in the freezer and I'm going to tease my girlfriend with it
Try to get a girl to suck me to sleep
I'm trying to convince a woman to perform oral sex on me so I can go to sleep
And if you ain't suckin' then ain't doing nothing
If you're not performing oral sex, then we're not going to do anything sexual
Cause girl I ain't just trying to beat
I don't just want to masturbate
And I'm short and you tall
I'm short and you're tall
I spend a rack at the Fairfield Mall
I spent a lot of money at the mall
Betcha won't talk till they sniff out the cash
You won't talk to us until you know we have money
Then they offer us to get close to the stash
Then they offer to get closer to our money
I just wanna tap it, wanna see you clap it
I want to have sex with you and see you twerk
In a stunna van, all up and down traffic
In a stylish van, driving around in traffic
7 0 savage, bitch say it backwards
A reference to the 1970s and a strip club term
First come the hustle then comes all the cabbage
First comes the hard work, then comes the money
With enough drama to hit Judge Mathis
With enough drama to be on a TV court show like Judge Mathis
Making us go dumb all in the clearing
Dancing really hard to the music
I pull bitches like Jessica Rabbit
I attract women like the cartoon character Jessica Rabbit
I don't even talk, pussy come automatic
Women are naturally attracted to me
Rockin' my kicks, so Beezy I'm chargin'
Wearing expensive sneakers
Trying take the Bay Street to Madison Square Garden
Trying to become famous and perform at famous venues
Sure I'm 'bout hyphy, sure I'm bout thizzin'
I'm really into the hyphy and thizz music movements
Granddaddy purple just get up from the business
A reference to the marijuana strain called granddaddy purple
So I'm bout scrapers with stunnas on
I'm into scraper cars with rims
Get some handy y'all then I'm gone
Performing oral sex and then leaving
To get naked or to not get naked
Should you take your clothes off or not?
You know you want to get naked
You know you want to take your clothes off
I love you
An expression of affection
Even though I don't know you
I don't actually know you
Just get naked
Take your clothes off
Like the li'l' homie say
Like the little homie said
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ANTHONY CALDWELL, THOMAS JACKSON, MARVIN SELMON, RICARDO THOMAS
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