Lyrics:
shake now
(Can you feel it?)
Can you feel it baby?
This the breakdown (Feel it)
Dj Felli I'm so so
(Can you feel it?)
Hey!
Lil' momma Cali, get married
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
What up, everybody, so glad you're
two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
What up, everybody, so glad you're
You gotta get up
You gotta get on
You gotta get down girl
You know you drive me crazy baby
You've got me turning to another man
Called you
on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay
Yo, it's Tone in the building (the teams in
goes off and the DJ's going home
Get back out on that floor and keep on dancing
You get out the floor
Even if the music stops we gotta give it all
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall) tell me
How you
down
If you didn't come to the party then you can't get in
You gotta get up, to get up, to get up, to get down
DJ play the music let the record spin
Now
wrong
Somebody tell the DJ to play my song!
Escape, gotta get away
I need a break, gotta get away
I buy a lottery ticket every chance I get
And if I hit
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
Up out your seats, make your body sway
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way
Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love Life Live
Come
non-existent bitches missin'
I gave it Robert Rudolf
Or Puss in boots with his boots off
I had a new boss
Check the southern slang boy gotta troop drawn
along, when the DJ throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth (uh huh)
Okay holy moly
lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, n****
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I
other DJ's, don't keep on talking
Jeff, this what I want you to do
Take that record from the top right
Scratch it in right now and I want you to do what's
with them hoes
I gotta do better, spend time with the family
Take a vacation, get back to Miami
Smoke a blunt with my brother
Go chill with my cousin
of these guys, talking how they really gonna do it
Try and get the Benz, try and get the Buick
So come in girl, know where you gotta be
And I'm one in
hey, all the way
DJ let it play
Hey hey can you hear me?
Ooow
Hey, hey, all the way
DJ let it play
Hey hey can you hear me?
Ooow
Can
hey, all the way
DJ let it play
Hey hey can you hear me?
Ooow
Hey, hey, all the way
DJ let it play
Hey hey can you hear me?
Ooow
Can
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