03/04/05 Diz on the club tip. This is one that'll blow everyone’s wig back, plus make you wanna touch somebody... or yourself.
The illest music you'll ever hear.
Lyrics
Chorus:
Get crunk
Get live
Everybody keep their feet moving
from ten to five
a-m
girlfriend
grab the closet guy
and then start to bend
backwards
frowards
fellas grab that ass
and lightly smack her
playas
ladies
All my people on the floor
It’s time to get crazy
VerseI:
Baby, you got it going on without a doubt
I wanna see you shaking your ass until you pass out
Now get nasty, show me what you’re all about
Let me see you scrape that tongue across the top of your mouth
Fellas stop slacking, get to the ass smacking
If you can’t reach a lady, then you better be clapping
Come one, clap, everyone clap
Everybody from the DJ all the way to the back
Ain’t no time to be wasting, so many people chasin
Drinks with red bull, that I can almost taste it
People getting rowdy are getting a fucking face-lift
Then thrown out onto trash bags and empty cases
Chorus:
Verse II:
So where’d we leave off, of yea let’s pop off
So much fire on the floor, I call it the blast off
Or maybe the matchbox, you just lie dormant
Then the music hits your ears like an adrenaline informant
Blood pressure rises, sky high
Sweat floods down your body like the middle of July
It’s getting hectic, no lie
Let loose and kiss all of your inhibitions goodbye
Just Shout!… If you’re having a good time-and
While out!… With a little bumping and grinding
… I know you’re all a little blinded
from all the strobe lights around the ceiling lining
But the speakers are whining and you can find the beat
From all the way from across the street
Show the DJ some love and throw up your hands
And wave’em round till you see that he understands
Chorus
