Get It On The Floor - Lyrics - Grand Champ - Dmx

Title: Get It On The Floor
Album: Grand Champ
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Let's get it on
We don't give a what, what
We don't give a what, what

Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor
Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor

You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go
Now you can ride to this motherfucker
Bounce to this motherfucker
Freak to this motherfucker
Let's get it on

Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor
Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor

Once again it's the darker nigga, hit or spark a nigga
Break apart a nigga but the dog is bigger, under stress
So unless you're wanting to bless to the chest
These slugs from his liver rest, rest
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
Dumd sex, motherfucker feeding dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, 'cause I play dirty the mob way
You don't know? Fuck it find out the hard way

A nigga's job is never done, I handle my business how it come
And there's never been a one on one
Nor has there been a problem, I dissolve them
I'm like salt, lock it up, hate to fall but never wreck his car
And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down
Niggaz like you need to get bust you fucking clown
I extort to support my peeps
And hold down the fort, never get caught 'cause I creeps, nigga

Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor
Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor

You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go
Now you can ride to this motherfucker
Bounce to this motherfucker
Freak to this motherfucker
Let's get it on

Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor
Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor

I'm at the crossroads, look but I'm not really sure which way to go
Should I play that low for what I did the other day
They on their way to float, got me striking this random
I can't stand 'em, fake ass niggaz want to be the Phantom
Looking over my shoulder, 'cause it's colder than it was
And start shorty, because I'm a little older than 'cause
And the buzz from the saw, with the chain to your brain
Will turn that BIG NIGGA to a fucking stain

That pain from the dirt makes the hurt go away for a minute
But I'm gon' die by it 'cause I'm like knee deep in it
And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit
'Cause when you look in my face you see that hard shit
'Cause I done been to hell and back I ain't wit selling crack
I'd rather rob a nigga leave him wit' a shell up in his back
On the real just to show proof, hit the G.W.B.
And blow the whole roof off the toll booth bitch ass nigga

Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor
Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor

You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go
Now you can ride to this motherfucker
Bounce to this motherfucker
Freak to this motherfucker
Let's get it on

Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor
Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor

When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I spoke 'em
I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud and let his blood choke 'em
Up north niggaz get the pick stuck up in 'em
And in the streets bitches get the dick stuck up in 'em
My M.O. is man-slaughter kid
'Cause on the reals I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did
Slid, 'cause I got to slide when the dirt is done
A homicide but they want me on the Murder 1

But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight
Stay outta sight while it's light, and then come out at night
To make moves again, stomp and bruise again
I know I'm going to hell 'cause I choose to sin
All my motherfucking life I been the devil's advocate
Now niggaz never even knew the devil had a kid
But he does and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw
You'll know what I'll split your motherfucking brains for

Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor
Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor

You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go
Now you can ride to this motherfucker
Bounce to this motherfucker
Freak to this motherfucker
Let's get it on

Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor
Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor

Don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'
Don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'
You wanna start somethin' it's gon' be somethin'
You wanna start somethin', it's gon be somethin'
Don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'
Don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'
You wanna start somethin', it's gon be somethin'
You wanna start somethin', it's gon be somethin'
Yo yo, c'mon

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Big Head - Lyrics - Girl Interrupted - Ms. Jade

Title: Big Head
Album: Girl Interrupted
Artist: Ms. Jade
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Rhonesha S. Howerton, Maryann Malena, Chevon Young

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Lyric:
One time, freak freaky, uh, uhm
Two time, ah two, uh, uhm
Three time, uh uh, uh, uhm
Freaky, four times, freaky, Ms. Jade

Ain't no other girl, girl
Representin' for the whole world, world
Make it my duty
Try'n show off thinkin' they can move me

(Here we go again)
One time
(Never take me off my grind)
And I do it true true
Do me is my number one rule, rule

Look I'm grown, grown
Haters I'm leavin 'em long gone, gone
Got 'em with they
(Hands up high)

Twisted at the bar I'm feelin'
(All right)
Show 'em
(What they need to ride)
Dancin' 'til they feet hurtin'
(All night)

'Cause I stack cheese, cheese
I'm whatever it's gonna be, be
Uh and it's all to the good
Never been Hollywood 'cause I stand for the hood

It's a different
(Day now)
Watch how I'm makin' the game
(Break down)
See me doin' it it

I'm 'bout as good as it's gonna get, get
Uh, Philly chick get it down
If the flood is comin'
I promise I ain't gon' drown

Make the music
(Move you)
Timb's hittin' you crazy so you can
(Groove to)
Uh, Beat Club on the rise
And I got, got, got my eyes on the prize

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

We done did it now, now
Why don't you put your money on me now, now?
Make you feel free, free
You ain't even on the same league, league
From the sky to
(House parties)

Sippin' martinis under the
(Palm trees)
You can light it up, up
Sick ceiling leave niggas thugs, thugs
What's really goin' on, on
Partyin' to the break of dawn, dawn

Uh, switchin' lanes in the truck
And we know it's gonna catch up
But we still gettin' drunk, let's get
(Rooms for the night)
This a Timb trick so you
(Know it's tight)

Uh, stackin' the ching, ching
And it's obvious I'm gonna get a little vibrant thing
Tear the floor
(Up in the club)
Rappers with
(Chicks and the thugs)

Move, from the bottom to the top
Got ya self a gun and get prepared for the glock
Uh and its all to the love
Twist up your drink get your drink for your mugs
Uh and its all to the love
Twist up your drinks get your drinks for your buzz

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

Uh, break it down for me
Uh, break it down for me
Break it down for me, hu, heh

Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me groove like this

Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me groove like this

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Shorty (Put It On The Floor) - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Shorty (Put It On The Floor)
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Nick Cannon, Joseph Cartagena, Trevor Smith, Howard Baily, Justin Smith

Lyric:
New York, put it on the floor
New York, put it on the floor
(What, c'mon)
Cali, put it on the floor
Cali, put it on the floor
(Love don't cost a thing)

Miami, put it on the floor
Miami, put it on the floor
Atlanta, put it on the floor
Atlanta, put it on the floor
(Just blaze)

Yo, watch how the women start sniffin' around
When we be rippin' it down, we got 'em stickin' around
The way they love the kid like I'm the king of the town
The way my money stack stupid, got 'em flippin' around
And got 'em diggin' the sound

I know you look finger lickin'
and baby girl, I only use my dough for trickin' or chicken
Listen, cooked food shorty fatten my tummy
You can go in and out my slacks, don't touch my money

Even though you lookin' good and it was nice to meet ya
You be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza from me
(C'mon)
Before you ever try to touch my money clip
I'll put you on the corner walkin' up and down the money strip
(Now look it here)

Honey dip, better find another dummy quick
Homie tryna stunt, better jump inside a money whip
(Go on)
And see what you can get, and keep it over there
You better try your luck
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' over here

I think you need to move it to the left
(Shorty)
Move it to the left
(Shorty)
If you ain't got your own paper
I don't suggest you hold your breath
(Shorty)

Keep it right
(Shorty)
You better keep it tight
(Shorty)
You better bring money out ya crib
'Cause you ain't gettin' none of mine tonight
(Shorty)

Ma, let me see you twist it like a centipede
I keep a stack of that, plus some Hennessey
Since I got rich, I keep a lot of enemies
But trip and it's like that, 'cause I've been a G

Look at the way these women tend to grin at me
I like the way she shake it with a lot of energy
Magnums, alcoholic freaks the remedy
I'm the young Donald Trump, is y'all hearin' me?

Girls on the sideline, yeah, they cheerin' me
Ask her, "Can she drive a stick?", Now she steerin' me
Man, I'm sick, no it ain't no curin' me
C to the H to the I N G Y

[Unverified]

Yeah, uh, yo, uh
Put that ass up on the floor
Make it clap when you seen cats pass through the door
(Uh)
I ain't tryna act gas at all
Chicks attack like he's, Joe Crack, the boss
Played it back, 'cause I be so paranoid

I got a wife, but baby please don't back it off
(Uh)
She understood that said, "What's good, crack?"
Got me screamin', "Where the hood, where the hood rat"
Mami I ain't gotta pop the piston
But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss 'em

So I, cut the chase, took her out the place
Put her in a bed, put smile on her face
(Uh)
She don't know, Joe Crack, the don
Never spend no type of real cheese on a broad
All I keep is 100 G's, limit credit cards
Could you believe we could spend it all
Talk to 'em, c'mon

New York, put it on the floor
New York, put it on the floor
Jersey, put it on the floor
Jersey, put it on the floor

V.A., put it on the floor
V.A., put it on the floor
Chi-town, put it on the floor
Chi-town, put it on the floor

Just work shorty, you gon' work for this little bit of change
Side order of pimpin', little bit of game
What ya know gon' hurt, just a little bit of pain
When I rip your skirt from your little bitty frame

Whole lot trickin', whole lotta cash
Shorty on Nick with a whole lot of ass
Fly guy, Antonio Vargas
Carrera Porsche's we ain't even parkin'

Valet, alligator Air Forces
Waves in my head have them chicks gettin' nauseous
Let 'em cause the fame, my dough, your world
So shake it like a na-na-nasty girl

I think you need to move it to the left
(Shorty)
Move it to the left
(Shorty)
If you ain't got your own paper
I don't suggest you hold your breath
(Shorty)

Keep it right
(Shorty)
You better keep it tight
(Shorty)
You better bring money out ya crib
'Cause you ain't gettin' none of mine tonight
(Shorty)

I think you need to move it to the left
(Shorty)
Move it to the left
(Shorty)
If you ain't got your own paper
I don't suggest you hold your breath
(Shorty)

Keep it right
(Shorty)
You better keep it tight
(Shorty)
You better bring money out ya crib
'Cause you ain't gettin' none of mine tonight
(Shorty)

BK, put it on the floor
BK, put it on the floor
(Flipmode)
BX, put it on the floor
BX, put it on the floor
(TS)

St. Louis, put it on the floor
St. Louis, put it on the floor
(DTP)
Philly, put it on the floor
Philly, put it on the floor
(No doubt)

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On The Floor - Lyrics - I Remember You - Brian Mcknight

Title: On The Floor
Album: I Remember You
Artist: Brian Mcknight
Composer(s): Brian Kelly Mcknight

Lyric:
The bed gives
The cupboard might break underneath you
Hard as I try, ooh
The table will shake
Could break a leg when I do, what I do
I'm all about mine

Consider the love we made
When pleasure can be found
In and all around
The right place is on the floor
Why don't we get down on the floor?
I won't leave you wanting for more
If we get down on the floor
On the floor, yeah

Comfortable spot when I get you hot
A place to lay your head
Was it Socrates who said, "Good to the last drop, lady"
Ohh, you're so sweet from your head to your feet
Face is turnin' red
Now my appetite's away

Consider the love we made
When pleasure can be found
In and all around
The right place is on the floor
Why don't we get down on the floor
I won't leave you wanting for more
If we get down on the floor
On the floor, yeah

When you're satisfied
That's when I'll give you more
It's gonna rain, let it pour
And if you're gonna stay
And you're willing to play
It's time that we openly, honestly
Get on the floor

On the floor, yeah
On the floor, yeah
On the floor, yeah
On the floor
Floor, on the floor, yeah
On the floor
On the floor, yeah

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Drop And Gimme 50 - Lyrics - The Voice - Mike Jones

Title: Drop And Gimme 50
Album: The Voice
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Michael Crooms, Cortez Davis, Corey Dennard, Christopher Dooley, J Dumas, Marion Horton, Mike Jones, Adams Piggott

Lyric:
Aah, Colli Park
Who? Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones, Smurf
You did the fool with this one, baby
I got Hurricane Chris
(Say girl, say girl)

And right now
(Say girl, say girl)
We want all the sexy ladies
(Say girl, say girl)
10th Ward, buck wat up?
Drop & gimmie 50, Hurricane holla at 'em

She busting it wide open and shaking it on the floor
I'm finna go to the bar and get some drank and hit the floor
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo

She wanna drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50

Lil mama, right there bad
She droppin' 'n' shakin' fast
Come holla, I got the dollars
Got more if ya ass will swallow

She shakin' it by the roba, hopin' it by the Bentley
She know that I'm high and tipsy now drop it 'n' gimme 50
She see me with Hurricane so droppin' it and do her thang
She know when I get inside, I'm a fuck up her walls, man

She see me with Colli Park, she see me with 3-feet
She know when it come to mind, she know it ain't 3 feet
She busting it wide open and shaking it on the flo
She said if I get ha tipsy, we gone leave 'n' hit the mo

I told her, girl, here you go, I teased her on the low
Now she freakin' me on the flo, she beggin' me for some mo
I hit it and hit the do, I hit it just like a pro
Ice age 'n' fifty, one fifty, we in the do'

She busting it wide open and shaking it on the floor
I'm finna go to the bar and get some drank and hit the floor
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo

She wanna drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50

Now put yo right hand in the air
Put the left one in yo underwear
Now tickle dat cat, tickle dat cat
Now tickle dat cat, tickle dat cat

Ooh, she act a fool on the dick, fool on the dick
She act a fool on the dick, fool on the dick
Now get sick with it, 'n' do the split with it
Now get sick with it, 'n' do the split with it

Say, girl, drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Girl, drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50
Now I don't mean to start no riot
All the ugly women in the house be quiet

She busting it wide open and shaking it on the floor
I'm finna go to the bar and get some drank and hit the floor
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo

She wanna drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50

Now by the third verse, it's way hotter
We wide open, she dropped it down low
With her hips and her thighs rolling, I noticed
That can't nobody do it like I do it
I'm posted in V.I.P with two chick on the side of me

We got money so tell the other niggas to stop pulling
Out they cash and let me see how you act for a stack
Drop it low and brang it up like you a fool
Now put a dip in yo back and let me see what you can do

She say if she bend it over, it'll be a full moon
I told her bend it over, let me see that full moon
Like the boom, boom, room, whole club on tune
Shake it like you tryna break it
Ain't no sense in even faking

You know me I do it big by the bar and tell 'em jig
As soon as we walk in the do' we go
Straight to the dance flo

She busting it wide open and shaking it on the floor
I'm finna go to the bar and get some drank and hit the floor
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo

She wanna drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50

She busting it wide open and shaking it on the floor
I'm finna go to the bar and get some drank and hit the floor
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo

She wanna drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50

This what you get when Colli Park hook up
With the package sto' nigga
Ya'll ain't know we was coming back like this did ya?

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Bring It Back - Lyrics - Jibbs Feat Jibbs - Jibbs

Title: Bring It Back
Album: Jibbs Feat Jibbs
Artist: Jibbs
Composer(s): Jovan Camaran Campbell, Jamal F. Jones

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, gone bring it back, girl
Yeah, yeah, it?s known for a fact, girl
Just get it on the floor and do what you do
Just get it on the floor and do what you do, girl

Yeah, yeah, gone bring it back, girl
Yeah, yeah, it?s known for a fact, girl
Beat you can't do it like that, I ain't moving like that
'Cause the track will break you break you back girl

What you came here for if you ain't planning to move
Let's get it popping you ain't got nothing to lose
Just get it on the floor and do what you do
Let?s get it on the floor and do what you do

Now I think it's just time for you to move
It's time for you to hit a home run like a bat girl
Gone give it a test 'cause you could do it the best
Just be like Mitchell and Ness, and throw it back, girl

Get wit it have ball and hit with it, trying to get with the crew
Just thought that I?d mention it
Cause I been with it in fact I?m a throw a hit with it
Tried to blow ma mind when she turned around and spent with it

So we could take it on back to the floor ma
If you ain't dancing than you looking at the door ma
And she'll fall if she do a little more ma
Next thing she saw was the Lamborghini doors ha

Don?t get it twisted I ain't saying you could leave boo
Gone bring it back and you could show me what that thing do
Don?t get it twisted I ain't saying you could leave boo
Put it in reverse, [Incomprehensible]

Yeah, yeah, gone bring it back, girl
Yeah, yeah, it?s known for a fact, girl
Just get it on the floor and do what you do
Just get it on the floor and do what you do

Yeah, yeah, gone bring it back, girl
Yeah, yeah, it?s known for a fact, girl
Let?s get it on the floor and do what you do
Lets get it on the floor and do what you do

I'm 'bout to start of shopping, you know them tags we popping
Only the freshest I?m rocking, I?m grabbing new fits
It kind of hard to fall but it?s so easy to ball
When I be hitting the mall to grab a new chick

Steady going telling 'bout the party I?m throwing
I'm already knowing that she feeling the way that I'm flowing
Take the girl from her and I?m a bring her out the Lew
Letting her see the palm trees, showing her how Cali do

From burning one to doing the bounce then we hitting the crunk
As soon as we open them and any doors the party gone jump
As soon as we turn up the music the speakers go bump
And any body sitting down we gone tell ?em get up

Now I think it's just time for you to move
It's time for you to hit a home run like a bat girl
I know you heard this before but I'm a tell you some more
So listen carefully while I put it in fast forward

Yeah, yeah, gone bring it back, girl
Yeah, yeah, it?s known for a fact, girl
Just get it on the floor and do what you do
Just get it on the floor and do what you do

Yeah, yeah, gone bring it back, girl
Yeah, yeah, it?s known for a fact, girl
Bet you can't do it like that, I ain't moving like that
'Cause the track will break a back girl

What you came here for if you ain't planning to move
Let's get it popping you got nothing to lose
Just get it on the floor and do what you do
Let's get it on the floor and do what you do

What you came here for if you ain't planning to move
Let's get it popping you got nothing to lose
Let?s get it on the floor and do what you do
Let?s get it on the floor and do what you do

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Gotta Lotta - Lyrics - Prima J

Title: Gotta Lotta
Artist: Prima J
Composer(s): Andrew Seeley, Steve Burton, Ray Cham

Lyric:
Rock your body
Rock, rock, rock your body
Rock, rock, rock your body
Rock, rock, rock, rock your body

Rock, rock your body
Rock, rock, rock, rock your body
Rock, rock, rock, rock your body
Rock, rock your body, who like to party?

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

Bass bumpin'
People jumpin' to the beat
Everybody's groovin'
Got this party on its feet

I got the DJ rockin', B-boys clockin'
Fakers jockin' all in my scene
So if you came to get down
Get out 'cha seat

Let's get it started, play your part
It ain't that hard, just follow my lead
If you still don't get it, yo J
Tell 'em what I mean

Now pop 'til you can't no more
We got the style so hot, it's incredible
Do the whip to the whop to the candy store
We won't stop 'til you had enough

Uh, get up on the dance floor
Clap your hands to the beat like Simon says, boy
Got the heat that'll make you feel joy
Run it back, 2 steps to the beat, uh

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

If you know that you're hot, let me see what you got
Set fire to the floor, burn it up
If you're only gonna come halfway
Don't even come at all

Because the people wanna see you
Bring it on before the end of this song
Just feel the music, let your body rock to it
And do it, do it, do it

So if you know you're fly, then it's the time
To show the people how this is done
I said feel the music, let your body rock to it
Do it, do it, do it

Rock your body, who like to party?
Just throw your hands up and don't hurt nobody
We just came to party wit you
And raise 'em up high if you like to do too

So rush to the dance floor
Rock it, rock it, pop it, pop it
Show the people what you came for
Drop it, drop it, you can't top it

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

I move so bionic, supersonic
Hypnotic on the floor
And when we flaunt it, they try to cop it
And everybody knows

We can move it, rock it
Pop it, lock it, drop it down low
So while you're sittin' on sidelines
Take notes from Prima J, you know

Watch us rock and roll it, Reggaeton it
Hip hop it and you know that's it's on
We came to party
And won't leave 'til the party's done

Gotta lotta moves, gotta lotta skillz
Got the right things to pay the right bills
Who wanna battle the best?
I take all down, who step up next?

What you hear is not a test
We came out to rock wit you
So that's what we're gonna do
Just make your body move

To the left, to the left, to the right, to the right
To the back, to the back, to the back, to the back
Now shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle
Now slide, slide, slide, slide

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

Oh, gotta get up off the wall
Gotta get down on the floor
Gotta lotta what they want
But they gotta jump

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Twurkulator - Lyrics - Ying Yang Twins

Title: Twurkulator
Artist: Ying Yang Twins
Composer(s): C Young, Eric Jackson, Deongelo Holmes, C. Dorsey, Gar Michael Antoine Crooms

Lyric:
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

I'm givin' you 5 seconds to get your big booty ass on the floor
And do that brand new dance that Ying Yang came back with
Twurk somethin' come here! Twurk somethin' come here!

The dance is called the Twurkulator
So put your booty on duty and represent for da rent
'Cause Ying Yang is doin' this thing
And we ain't goin nowhere!

This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

Shorty down and get drunk or she'll drink a
If her momma knew she was crunk, she'll spank her
Shorty down to get bread
Fuck a nigga shakin' in the club that's what I said

Everything is a reason
We loose and have dues, it's all season
You gotta be down for the cause
When they comin' up out them draws
Don't be pullin' them off at the job

Shorty like hittin' the club 'cause she like to dance
Gettin' freaky on the floor doin' the 3 point stance
And she got a fat monkey down in her pants
She a hatta like biggy, gimmie one more chance

And she like gettin' freaky like a fuck bitch
The way she twurk, I betcha she could ride a good dick
If ya like what I'm sayin', you gotta be able
To get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

Take a bitch form the club back to the crib
Take them clothes off, lemme see them pussy-lips
You know what time it is, so why you wastin' it?
You wanna fuck, I wanna fuck so why you fakin' it?

You like to ride a dick or do it doggy style
I'll show you new tricks and do it froggy style
I gotta a long deep pole for da deep pussy hole
If the pussy too tight, then the pussy gettin' swole

This is for da women who love to get kinky
D-Rock and Pain like the Brain and Pinky
Gunna take over the world like buyin' the mansions
For them girls who like to fuck with them big ol' asses

Back it up bend on ova then touch your toes
I got a friend got me in 'cuz she given to these hoes
Beat this ho make that pussy moan
While we in the bed ask me why I act this way and I said

This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

Now Terry, she's a Twurkulator
Small and petite like her name was Jeda
All in the mall is where I made her
She asked me where I thought a real G could take her

To the [Incomprehensible] a little bit a trail-bit
Real did I'm a woody wood pecker type of feely feel man
She said, "You carry on like a true playa"
I told her came to was a Twurkulator

Georgia got some Twurkulators
Down in Florida, they got some Twurkulators
Alabama, they got some Twurkulators
North, South Carolina got some Twurkulators

New York got some Twurkulators
Detroit got some Twurkulators
Milwaukee got some Twurkulators
And wherever I forgot is some Twurkulators

This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

It's time, it's time

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Anthems For A Seventeen Year-Old Girl - Lyrics - Broken Social Scene

Title: Anthems For A Seventeen Year-Old Girl
Artist: Broken Social Scene
Composer(s): Emily Haines, David Andrew Whiteman, Evan Whitney Cranley, Charles Spearin, Brendan Canning, Kevin Drew, Justin Peroff, James Shaw, John Crossingham

Lyric:
Used to be one of the rotten ones and he liked you for that
Used to be one of the rotten ones and he liked you for that
Used to be one of the rotten ones and he liked you for that
Now you're all gone got your make-up on and you're not coming back
Can't you come back?

Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that
Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that
Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that
Now you're all gone got your make-up on and you're not coming back

Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under your breath
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under your breath
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under your breath
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under my window

Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me

Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me

Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me

Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, park that car, drop that phone
(Dream about me)
Park that car, drop that phone, park that car, drop that phone
(Dream about me)
Park that car, drop that phone

Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that
Now you're all gone got your make-up on and you're not coming back

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Ditch That - Lyrics - Lovehate - The Dream

Title: Ditch That
Album: Lovehate
Artist: The Dream
Composer(s): Christopher Stewart, Terius Youngdell Nash

Lyric:
After we leave
Be all you need
Are those Victoria?s Secrets?
Let me see
What?s your fee?
Never mind baby, you owe me
For them drinks at the bar
And for smoking this weed

He ain?t like me
I can make your days and nights
Look like fantasy
He ain?t got nothing on me
My garage looks like the Dupont registry
I?m so superb
Shawty what?s the word?
If you lookin? for love, love, love
I give you what you deserve

Bring your a** to the crib
Ditch dat ni**a
You trying to f**k or you still playin??
Ditch dat ni**a
You need a grown a** man girl
Ditch dat ni**a
Understand what I?m sayin? girl?

Ditch dat ni**a
Got her out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like

Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a

She got needs
She?s laid up in my Rolls
She got your text
?Do you want to get it??
She said, ?Not yet?
After the finale
She got you on the phone
Said that she wasn?t coming home
Then she?s downloading my ringtone

He ain?t like me
I can make your days and nights
Look like fantasy
He ain?t got nothing on me
My garage looks like the Dupont registry
I?m so superb
Shawty what?s the word?
If you lookin? for love, love, love
I give you what you deserve

Bring your a** to the crib
Ditch dat ni**a
You trying to f**k or you still playin??
Ditch dat ni**a
You need a grown a** man girl
Ditch dat ni**a
Understand what I?m sayin? girl?

Ditch dat ni**a
Got her out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like

Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a

Got what you want
Grab what you need
Have another drink
I?m taking her with me
Enter the Phantom
Proceed to creep
Exit the Phantom
Up in dem sheets

Grab my neck
Squeeze my hands
Touch your twins
Squeeze your a**
Not too slow
Not too fast
DJ run this mu-f**ka back

Bring your a** to the crib
Ditch dat ni**a
You trying to f**k or you still playin??
Ditch dat ni**a
You need a grown a** man girl
Ditch dat ni**a
Understand what I?m sayin? girl?

Ditch dat ni**a
Got her out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like

Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a

Now I got what she want
And she see what she want in me
And I ain?t here to beef
Even though you fightin?
Let it be
She?s coming with me
She?s leavin? with me
She?s coming with me
She?s leavin? with me

Now put the back out on this b**ch
Know you got a little money
In the club talkin? honey
Heard you got a little car
But she comin? with me, me, me, me, me, me
'Cause I got a lot of love
Now she wanna be my girl
Keep throwin? that money up
She?s comin? with me, me, me

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Hush Now - Lyrics - Footprints - Holly Valance

Title: Hush Now
Album: Footprints
Artist: Holly Valance
Composer(s): Felix Howard, Fredrik Odesjo, Nina Woodford

Lyric:
Yea

Come on
Boy we've been talking
'Bout this and that
I like it fine but
I love the strife
Here's my suggestion
Don't need no words
Get on your feet and if you see
Breathe deep and follow me

I wanna see you working what you got
'Cos that's how I like it
That's how I wanna last it on and on
Are you ready or not?

Touch down
Zip it
Don't stop moving your body on the dance floor
Flip it
Rock that so phat
You're shaking on the dance floor
Now dip it
Feel your base bass
You move across the dance floor
Zip it
'Cos that ain't what you came here for

So no talk but baby
Don't take offense
'Cos we're on the same vibe
Boy when we dance
Your body language
No need for words
You'll do me good
And it's understood
I feel your need

I wanna see you working what you got
'Cos that's how I like it
That's how I wanna last it on and on
Are you ready or not?

Touch down
Zip it
Don't stop moving your body on the dance floor
Flip it
Rock that so phat
You're shaking on the dance floor
Now dip it
Feel your base bass
You move across the dance floor
Zip it
'Cos that ain't what you came here for

Touch down
Zip it
Don't stop moving your body on the dance floor
Flip it
Rock that so phat
You're shaking on the dance floor
Now dip it
Feel your base bass
You move across the dance floor
Zip it
'Cos that ain't what you came here for

Touch down
Zip it
Flip it
Rock it
Let me hit it
On the dance floor
Hush now
Zip it
Flip it
Rock it
Let me hit it
On the dance floor

Whoa
I wanna see you working what you got
'Cos that's how I like it
That's how I wanna last it on and on
Are you ready or not?

Touch down
Zip it
Don't stop moving your body on the dance floor
Flip it
Rock that so phat
You're shaking on the dance floor
Now dip it
Feel your base bass
You move across the dance floor
Zip it
'Cos that ain't what you came here for

Touch down
Zip it
Don't stop moving your body on the dance floor
Flip it
Rock that so phat
You're shaking on the dance floor
Now dip it
Feel your base bass
You move across the dance floor
Zip it
'Cos that ain't what you came here for

Hush now
Zip it
Flip it
Rock it
Let me hit it
On the dance floor
Hush now
Zip it
Flip it
Rock it
Let me hit it
On the dance floor

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Give It To Ya - Lyrics - Pete Rock

Title: Give It To Ya
Artist: Pete Rock
Composer(s): Rakheim Meyer, Pete Phillips, Trif

Lyric:
The joy of children laughing
These are the makings

12 it's like this Little Brother, Pete Rock
Another sure shot, another banger
'Soul Survivor, Part II' for me and you, let's get it

I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby

Yo, master of ceremony, controlled territory
It's Tay, the mad journalist always trying to write a better story
And laying tracks 'cause it's better for me
Calm but predatory, sun niggaz even when the weathers stormy

My crew is down to do whatever for me
Got my back like scoliosis when I'm handling mine
Find it hard, though to manage my time
Between the gaming and rhymes, without severing my family ties

But yo, that's what happens when the world is loving you
Groupies skipping pills with ill plans of fucking you
A high price for fame that's non-refundable
All in the hopes of one day coming out with a double U

I know it sound crazy, right?
Even though it's hard sometimes I still got to stay in the mix
It's Pete Rock on the snare drums and laying the kicks
And on the real I wouldn't trade it for shit
Let's get it up right now, come on

I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby

I got the magna rocks still heating up the spot
P.R. and L.B. got that shit for blocks
Hip hop when we walk, hip hop when we talk
You can hear it our slang and see the New York

We bought back 94 when the music was pure
Everybody made jams 93' and before
Hearing 'Illmatic' first on the trip to the store
Lost my mind but I knew it was
That we had to work toward forward

On we move now, my life is the roof
Putting the pen to the pad when it's time to spread news
Daily digesting some more wack shit
Mother-fuckers better stick to the script
We need you back Jay

Y'all dudes know now we not for play
You want it funky, come around my way
(For Real)
You can choose to rock or choose to roll
I chose Pete 'cause he got the soul
Yeah, let's get it going y'all

I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby

King cobra rapper crew
Ill Capitan, never roll a foot solider
We push over, you pushovers
Lil' pussies need to douche over

Mass and Gills, Scott hare will make em' gush over
Pussy and poetry, two things that's good for ya
We rock hard just like the hood told us
That fake shit I never could show you
We ought to keep it true and authentic

In they videos trying to walk wit it
L.B. put the street talk in it
From right now till the day that we forfeit it
Just making sure that y'all get it in time to put my heart in it
Little Brother crushing all gimmicks, like what

I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby

I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya, baby

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Bring The House Down - Lyrics - American Juniors - American Juniors

Title: Bring The House Down
Album: American Juniors
Artist: American Juniors
Composer(s): Tracy Ackerman, Andy John Watkins, Paul David Wilson

Lyric:
Yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah

As the night draws in let the game begin
It's a groove thing
Let your feet decide, gonna catch a ride
Keep on movin'

So let's go away
The mood can't be that hard to reach
The night will just take us there
And all you gotta do is, all you gotta do is

Bring the house down
Raise the roof and get on the floor
(House down, raise the roof, get on the floor)

Let's bring the house down
Really want to hear you shouting more, more, more
(Really want to hear some more)

Simply stay in bed with a sleepy head
Doing nothing
You can always try just to walk on
But it will pull you in

We're flying away
We fall into this fantasy
Where the groove will carry us on
And all we gotta do is, all we gotta do is

Bring the house down
Raise the roof and get on the floor
(House down, raise the roof, get on the floor)

Let's bring the house down
Really want to hear you shouting more, more, more
(Really want to hear some more)

Everybody do your thing
Let's bring the house down
Everybody spread your wings
Let's bring the house down

So let's go away
The mood can't be that hard to reach
The night will just take us there
And all you gotta do is, all you gotta do is

Bring the house down
Raise the roof and get on the floor
(House down, raise the roof, get on the floor)

Let's bring the house down
Really want to hear you shouting more, more, more
(Really want to hear some more)

Let's bring the house down
Raise the roof and get on the floor
(House down, raise the roof, get on the floor)
(Yeah oh oh oh)

Let's bring the house down
Really want to hear you shouting more, more, more
(More now)
(Really want to hear some more)

Bring the house down
(Draws in let the game begin, yeah)
Raise the roof and get on the floor
(House down, raise the roof, get on the floor)

Let's bring the house down
(Let your feet decide, gonna catch a ride, yeah)
Really want to hear you shouting more, more, more
(Yeah yeah yeah)
So let's bring the house down

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Trapped On The Dance Floor - Lyrics - Will Smith

Title: Trapped On The Dance Floor
Artist: Will Smith
Composer(s): Marston E. Freeman, J Mccall, C Abrahms, Willard C. Smith, Don Abrams, Jeffrey Townes, S Crudup

Lyric:
You're trapped on the dance floor
It's locked, there's no escape
There's no eat, no drink, can't take a break
No seat to sit down, you gotta stand up

The record on the wheel reacts like a handcuff
You're in a cage and this groove will bound you
People in the club like bars around you
The doors open up and the people are boarding

Here are the prisoners, the DJ is the warden
Your mind is useless, instinct takes control
Jam to techno, groove to soul to soul
You been arrested, now you're being tested

The beat is a sex fiend, you're being molested
Stead drum kicks like pistol in spinal
You gotta dance and get round like a Rhino
The DJ cuts with a knife like a surgery

Sayin' that the slice ain't nice that's perjury
The music infiltrates you, mutates you
Grabs you, holds you, moulds you and let you
Do things you wouldn't-a otherwise done

Like shake, rattle, roll, pump, twist and then some
Ain't no law here, you can't protest this
Stop looking around, it ain't no oasis
You can't leave till the man pulls the needle

Take that as a warning
Take heed or I'll quicken the pitch and make you dance faster
The drum is the whip, bass line is the master
The temperature's a 100 and yet you still want more
You're a slave and you're trapped on the dance floor

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Now you're wondering lost in a jungle
You came in hyped up but now you're humble
Bringing out sweat in your silky wet clothes
You scream for help, blend in with the [unverified] and hoes

You try to sit but there ain't no spaces
The floor is a desert, a party oasis
I know you're on the tip for the rhyme I just did
And here's a little taste of my homeboy, El Sid

Ay a Prince it's the El Sid's version
I'm a raid on the track, I'm a hip-hop surgeon
The floor is jam-packed get away from the bar scene
The strum of the drum has you trapped like a sardine

You try to move no form of escape
The heat brings on sweat, stick on like tape
Party's like a [unverified]
Girls slim and trim on the floor, don't try to shoot for the door

This ain't the gym
The party goers every night had a scene
This mic try to respond but still trapped like in Venus
Ain't a spiff or a spoof, boy you better not goof
You about to cave in although you ain't on a roof

The rhythm track from offside's to angles
Playing the wimp fight resist strangle
You can't escape until the DJ's fingers up
So play like a phone or coat and just hang it up

The speakers pumping out sounds and hip words
Lines between the rhythm designed to equip nerds
You better jam we don't care if you hardcore
'Cause we got you trapped on the dance floor

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Me and Prince got together just to kick our lines
No trouble at the party 'cause we're strapped with nines
Dance floor secure, don't bother tryin' to get out
You looking for the late AM this man pull red out

Nobody cause killing is mean
Got ya dancin' in the dark and dressed like Springsteen
Razzamatazz a pasazz about to rip the flesh is my man Jazz Fresh
Soon as I worked through the door I got trapped on the dance floor

See this girlie that I never saw, she was looking raw
Came a little closer then I opposed her
Then I drop the fox trot so hot that I roast her
[Unverified] planes in the damn chain, hard to explain

I did it up like I was straight outta Soul Train
Listen as I discuss this yo bust this
Like a hammer before me you can't touch this
Trapped on the floor like a vulture, part of my culture

You may even thought I was drived to faulter
Get live like a [unverified] jack that fives you the window main [unverified]
Add a little mic and Janet you can't understand it
'Cause [unverified] thought I was from another planet

Way of whipping and dipping
And sliding [unverified] of what I'm providin'
Other dancers go and hide
Like Charles [unverified] I'm prancin'

I keep the dance all night until, the party's over, the party's over
Like a cowboy at a rodeo
From mister mister dosie doe around the dance floor
Steppin' the new hardcore, I'm Jazz Fresh and I'm trapped

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Max up to step up just to keep this rap up
The time that he possesses the best in a contest
Jeff with his right and left like Jazz Fresh
No other than the brother the lover Jazzy Jeff

I'm the one dance floor at the station
[Unverified] time around quarter to ten
Times work hard, the customers scarred
Your tickets to freedom, yo you ain't gonna need 'em

Your sentence is 25 years to life
A [unverified] is your husband and wife
Trapped behind the steel, the steel of the wheels
Don't come to the party if you don't wanna know how business feels

I walk strong carry a big stick
Sell myself all packed and thick
When they sound the drum you know it's time to roll
Might as well have fun there's no parol

I set a trap and caught you like a mouse
For times ahead no chance for a halfway house
Pump the bass in all sections
Prince, Sid, and jazz my officers of correction

Cant' escape the floor cut the crime out
[Unverified] wall ain't no use tryin' to climb out
'Cause I'm running this show and it's live in here
You try to escape another five years

I got you trapped and I'm your savior
You dance real hard you might get out on good behavior
But if you don't I give you more
'Cause DJ Jazzy Jeff got you trapped on the dance floor

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

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'Cross The Room - Lyrics - The Boy Is Mine - Monica

Title: 'Cross The Room
Album: The Boy Is Mine
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Dallas Austin, Debra Killings, Bill Curtis

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Lyric:
See ya from across the room
See ya from across the room

It's Friday night
And I'm going to a party with my man to dance
As soon as we get in
He is lost with his friends and I'm there, in a trance

I can tell that someone's looking at me
And I didn't come here by myself
But he left me here now someone else wants me
So it must mean he didn't care, I'm goin' on

See ya from across the room
Like you wanna know me, boy
If you wanna make a move
Meet me on the dance floor

Though I'm here with someone else
He's not what I'm looking for
Instead, I've seen him 'cross the room
Meet me on the dance floor

As the night goes on
Each glance makes me wonder, what is on, your mind
More than a dance
As you pull up to me it feels, alright

I can tell that someone's looking at me
And I didn't come here by myself
But he left me here now someone else wants me
So it must mean he didn't care, I'm goin' on

See ya from across the room
Like you wanna know me, boy
If you wanna make a move
Meet me on the dance floor

Though I'm here with someone else
He's not what I'm looking for
Instead, I've seen him 'cross the room
Meet me on the dance floor

See ya from across the room
Like you wanna know me, boy
If you wanna make a move
Then meet me on the dance floor

Though I'm here with someone else
He's not what I'm looking for
Instead, I've seen him 'cross the room
Meet me on the dance floor

Let me know what you wanna do
(Let me know)
Can't you tell that I'm missing you
I'm lettin' you know that you're right on time
'Cause I'm lookin' for someone else tonight

See ya from across the room
Like you wanna know me, boy
If you wanna make a move
Meet me on the dance floor

Though I'm here with someone else
But he's not what I'm looking for
Instead, I've seen him 'cross the room
Meet me on the dance floor

See ya from across the room
If you wanna make a move
Meet me on the dance floor

Though I'm here with someone else
He's not what I'm looking for
Instead, I've seen him 'cross the room
Meet me on the dance floor

Meet me on the dance floor, baby
Meet me on the dance floor, baby
Meet me on the dance floor, baby

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Dance With Me - Lyrics - J. Lo - Jennifer Lopez

Title: Dance With Me
Album: J. Lo
Artist: Jennifer Lopez
Composer(s): Mechalie Jamison, Sean Combs, Mario Winans, Jack Knight, Michael Jones

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Lyric:
Dance with me
Oh you just walk in
Dance
(Haha)

Too much is
On your mind
Gotta let it go
Can't worry all the time
Just let it flow

You say you need a break
There's nothin'
I can do
Sittin' here
Listening to you

Baby, what's this you tell me
Things ain't been goin' your way
Just take it from me
It's gonna be alright
So let's go out tonight
And we can leave
All our cares behind

Dance the night away
(Dance)
Party 'til the sun comes up
(Or)
Go grab a friend
Get on the floor

Come on and dance
(Dance)
Dance
(Dance)
Dance with me
DJ if you please

Nobody's on the wall
That's what I like
Come closer to me now
And hold me tight

Tell me just how
You're feeling right now
Are you really
Havin' a good time?

Baby, what's this you tell me
Thing's ain't been goin' your way
Just take it from me
It's gonna be alright
So let's go out tonight
And we can leave
All our cares behind

Dance the night away
(All night)
Party 'til the sun comes up
(Yea)
Go grab a friend
Get on the floor

Come on and dance
(Just dance)
Dance
(Dance)
Dance with me
DJ if you please

Just let yourself go
(Go)
Dance on the floor
(On the floor)
Your body is stoppin' you
(Stoppin' you)
Do what you wanna do
(Do what you wanna do)

Let the music take control
(Control)
If you feel it in your soul
Come one
And move your body
To the groove

Aah
Aah
Aah, aah
Aah
Aah
Aah
Aah

Up in the club
(The club)
Out on the floor
(The floor)
Move to the beat
(Come and move your body)
Dancin' with me
(Come and move your body)
DJ, DJ, play my music
Dance the night away

Just let your self go
(Self go)
Dance on the floor
(On the floor)
Your body is stoppin' me
(Stoppin' you)
Do what you wanna do
(Do what you wanna do)

Let the music take control
You can feel it in your soul
(In you soul)
Come on and move
Your body to the groove

Dance the night away
(Away)
Party 'til the sun comes up
(Yea)
Go grab a friend
(Go and grab a friend)
Get on the floor

Come on and dance
(Dance)
Dance
(Dance)
Dance with me
DJ if you please

Dance the night away
(Oh, my)
Party 'til the sun comes up
(Yea)
Go grab a friend
Get on the floor

Come on and dance
(Just dance)
Dance
(Dance)
Dance with me
DJ if you please

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