Текст, перевод и аккорды “On The Floor”
- [Intro/Chorus] "Get your ass on the floor - on the floor" {*repeat 4X*} "Get your ass on the floor - MOVE IT!" {*repeat 4X*} [Tash] GET YO' ASS ON THE FLOOR! Uhh, yeah, yeah You know what time it is y'all Get your ass on the flo' It's the L... it's the I... it's the K... it's the eh-eh-eh Aiyyo Tha Liks is in the place, you know them rappers with the heart and guts Party faces on, let's get this motherfucker started up Pop a bottle, crack a bitch, the rest I gotta figure out Smoke a blunt, start a fight, niggaz go the nigga route Cause this'll be the night to end all nights combined Keep your ass up off the stage cause all mics is mine Cause Tash is off his Richter, keep 'em hangin off the rafters Desperado women models cry now but laugh after CaTash'tra, and ever since I bought a house in Vegas All the chicks is lookin for me like the hunt for Larry Davis But I felt you first, turn around I'm right behind you Straight shreddin these MC's like good weed and coffee grinders Reminder, to my ex-bitch when I find ya I'ma smack ya for the times I had ta *69 ya I burn you with the science, this that Killa Cal' style So get yo' sexy ass on the flo' right now [Chorus] [J-Ro] Yeah, listen up, yo This ain't no workout tape It's Likwit music for the people who take work outta state I never really considered myself a thug But I kept pounds of bud up under my rug And I was never slowin, I kept it goin I felt I was hard to bring down like Terrell Owens I'll be like, one time, you can get these here I'm movin mo' numbers than Britney Spears If you catch me, you'll probably give me 50 years So I just stash my shit and just shift these gears I was cool as the Fonz but this ain't Potzie Webber Cause these _Happy Days_ don't last forever Now here come the judge, and he got a grudge I shoulda seen him comin but I didn't wanna budge It was six in the mornin as I lay in the bed When they came through the door and this is what they said [Chorus] [E-Swift] Get your ass on the floor but this ain't no stick-up And party on down to this brand new Liks cut Girls grab a guy, guys grab your chick's butt DJ cut but don't fuck the mix up I see the bouncer bouncin sweaty niggaz smokin weed I got about a half an ounce and he can't fuck with me Cause I got a few, supermodels hangin on my sleeve 30 niggaz from the hood with Chucks and white tees And we don't want trouble, we just tryin to bubble Pop bottles, pour shots, hit the scene and leave With a little scenery, smoke a little greenery So you ain't gotta be mean to me Nigga feel the impact I make the crowd react When I let off, it's somethin like a terrorist attack Cause my tracks keep the club packed door to door Get the fuck out my face and get yo' ass on the floor [Chorus] - repeat 2X
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