Lyrics:
Way down in the south of France all the ladies love to dance
Kick their heels up in the air snap their fingers for romance
While the gentlemen compare blonde or black or auburn hair
Check the motion and the style Oh, you know they take their while
Hey, to make the motion more complete, yeah, to make it more a treat
Club D'Jour is where to go come on down and see the show
When the rhythm's really right you can burn it down tonight
When the singing's really fine sweet as Spanish sherry wine
When the club can't contain the beat it just rolls out in the street
Spills on down the avenue bringing dancers to their feet.
Don't be-
Don't believe me
Yeah
Don't believe me, no
Yeah, yeah
Pretend that it hurt, but it really don't bother me
Don't make it real, I prefer that you lie to me
Oh, woah, woah
Let me talk to you for a second
Oh, woah, woah
Anywhere in the world, if you hear this
Yeah, yeah
You can fuck on him as long as you think about me
In the other room, on the phone, you was texting me
You can fuck on him as long as you think about me
None of it's real, we was just fakin' how to love
Try to pretend, I wasn't missin' you at all
Gave me your soul, hundred thousand feet above the clouds
Light up the smoke, sit on them Xannies, spacin' out
We was just bored, we was just bored, playin' them board games
Pink, blue, yellow pill, Power Rangers, fuckin' with my mind state
Try to forget, so I medicate, introduce her to the jet way
It could be God himself, anyone after me is a downgrade
Fuckin' the shit out this bitch, I was thinkin' about you, oh, Lord
Kissin' all over this bitch, I was thinkin' about you, oh, Lord (mwah)
She just tatted my name, I was thinkin' about you
(Just tatted my name, I was thinkin' about you), oh, Lord
One of them things, always remain the same, oh, Lord (remain the same)
Yeah, mile high club, you remember (mile high club, you remember)
Flyin' eighteen hours the agenda
I can feel a cold heart when it ain't winter when it ain't winter, I can feel the cold)
Yeah, come though bustin' up shit
I'm poppin' just like a pimp do (come through, skrrt, skrrt)
Talkin' south of France, made it north to east
(Talkin' south of France, made it from the east, yeah)
Conversin' with one, it's a few ready to eat
(Converse with a one, but it's few ready to eat)
Made it out the block where the gun sounds at, so I smoke like a chief (smoke like a chimney)
I belong to the streets (I belong to the streets)
I'ma always have love for a queen (always have)
Plutoski (Pluto)
Pluto (yeah)
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro (three times)
You can't forget about our love
Your introduction to the mile high club
You can fuck on him as long as you think about me
In the other room, on the phone, you was texting me
You can fuck on him as long as you think about me
Mile high club
My Heart Wants To Kill Your Mama
Heart Autopsy in Heart We Trust
Born Lovely heart Deep, Guitars High
You Think I Ain't Worth A Heart But
I Feel Like A Million Guitars
It Hurts To Shoot Guitars From Your Heart
But It's Necessary the Number of your Heart
One Angry Heart And 200 Lovely Guitars
Like a Lovely Heart gonna Make You Love
Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow
Up to Be Guitars goody Two Guitars
Love Forever hotel France
Look Rita, this is my Heart
When Lovely Guitars Cry lovely Blues
Stand By Rita behind Lovely Guitars
Rita's Lovely Guitars Club Band
Your Lovely Heart mad to Love
Another Year of Guitars france on My Mind
Stairway to France don't Love
The Girl From France great Balls of Guitars
Yearning for Lovely Guitars
Total Eclipse of the Heart
Smells Like a Lovely Heart
Way down in the south of France
All the ladies love to dance
Kick their heels up in the air
Snap their fingers for romance
While the gentlemen compare blonde or
Black or auburn hair
Check the motion and the style Oh
You know they take their while
Hey, to make the motion more complete, yeah
To make it more a treat
Club D'Jour is where to go come
On down and see the show
When the rhythm's really right you
Can burn it down tonight
When the singing's really fine sweet
As Spanish sherry wine
When the club can't contain the beat it
Just rolls out in the street
Spills on down the avenue bringing
Dancers to their feet
When it's good as it can be
It gets better wait and see
Oh, these folks don't ever sleep until
They're passed out in the street
Way down in the south of France
All the ladies love to dance
Clap their hands and walk on air, yeah
The feeling's really there
Won't you take a little taste raise
It to your charming face?
Demons are following me
Following what we can't see
I just want to dance, baby
Move around, twirling
See you on the floor, you're back
Nobody has it like you have
Let me feel something
More than just the ordinary night
People in the club, they be hatin', baby
They see you lookin' over, relatin', lady
I just wanna, hold you down
Maybe if you wanna go around town
Walk the High Line, do a thing
Maybe if you wanna swing
You gettin' mad, awfully bitter
When no one pays attention, but you know you're a winner
For me
For me
Let's do it, on count of three
One, two, three
Aww
On time
Cupid keeps targeting me
Arrows are flying, I can't see
I just want a Michelle Obama lady
To hold me down when the world's crazy
See you own the city, so bad
Nobody loves you like your dad
Let me feel something
More than just the ordinary night
People in the club, they be hatin', baby
They see you lookin' over, relatin', lady
I just wanna, hold you down
Maybe we can walk around the downtown
Go to Paris, maybe France
Even Russia if you wanna dance
You gettin' mad, awfully bitter
When no one pays attention, 'cause you know you're a winner
For me
For me
Let's do it, on the count of three
One, two, three, aww
Oh darling
What you waiting for?
On time
Cupid keeps targeting me
Arrows are flying, I can't see
I just want a Michelle Obama lady
To hold me down when the world's crazy
See you own the city, so bad
Nobody loves you like your dad
Let me feel something
More than just the ordinary night
People in club, they be hatin', baby
They see you lookin' over, relatin', lady
I just wanna, hold you down
Maybe we can walk around the downtown
Go to Paris, maybe France
Even Russia if you wanna dance
You gettin' mad, awfully bitter
When no one pays attention, cause you know you're a winner
For me
For me
Let's do it, on count of 3
1, 2, 3!
What's the date today is it gonna rain
Can I leave here now before the show
Who's that other band
Just another one night stand
They can't sing and play as well as us
Just a week ago we were in Texas
Tomorrow night we play the Albert Hall
I'm sorry there's no time to
Talk to you right now
We're the biggest, the loudest
Hairiest group of all
We cut a record once it sold a lot in France
Now we're getting tired of the game
In and out of towns satisfying crowds
Pillheads and the rest who come to hear
But things were fine when we
Made the money roll
Living off the fat of every land
Slept with girls who couldn't read
Or write too well
We're the biggest, the loudest
Hairiest group of all
Then the bubble broke
We thought it was a joke
We could make a come back any day
We knew that we were right
The band was out of sight
The music's getting better all the time
But the crowds got smaller
Every place we played
And the clubs got dirtier as well
When the music stopped it was
Quite plain to see
The biggest, loudest, hairiest group of all
Yeah, the biggest, the loudest
Hairiest group of all
Yes, the biggest, the loudest
The hairiest group of all
I wanna go
I wanna go and when I get there
Girl I get there when I'm there I wanna go
I wanna go
I wanna go
I wanna go c c c c c c r a z y
Where I wanna go ain't geographical
You cant Google map map-quest it when I go loco
If you need to know the designational I'm going crazy
I ain't by myself I'm coming with a whole bunch of ladies
Celebrating life to the max these girls are suicidal
In the club sippin' bottle after bottle after bottle
Celebration never stoppin'
Situation club hoppin'
Simulation panty droppin'
Penetration coochie poppin'
Then am out!
Crew lookin' like, "Ow," bodies like, "Blaow"
Even her chubby pal had a face like, "Wow"
Leavin' the World Film Fest (uh), lookin' so correct (yeah)
Finest thing walkin' through Montreal, Québec
Club La Boom next spot, 1738 shots
Bottles of Cîroc while my man Roots rocks
Shorty sipping Molson Dry, zonin' off that Cha Cha
No doubt I feel mannish but don't want to take advantage
Let that vixen pass by, and look I gotta get with her
Five Footer all on her mouth like liquor, uh (like liquor, like, like liquor)
Uh, just dance, just dance
Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France
Uh, shake that ass, shake that ass
Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France
Uh, just dance, just dance
Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France
Uh, shake that ass, shake that ass (haha, yo)
Ladies in Montreal, femme de
Ayy, bae (ayy, bae)
I'm thinkin' 'bout poppin' the question (oh my God)
Like do you wanna watch boxin' or wrestlin'?
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, turn it up, my headphones
To the maker, vibrator
Roof shaker, earthquaker
Annihilator
Yeah
Baby, please get off the 'Gram
I like you better in the stands
I upgrade my only fan
It do or don't need a cam'
This right here my new modern jam
I'm on fire, the new burnin' man
She paid to view, that's a on demand
Hey, Guy-Man, brought him home from France
This shit punk, put it on the Bible
I like a bi girl on a bi-cycle
Then I bought a car, now she feel entitled
My dick so hard, pokin' like the Eiffel
I just need the world, I ain't hard to please
Way I keep the knowledge, think I'm Socrates
I got 'em levitatin' way off their knees
The way I make it jump, I make it hard to breathe
It's like, bright, bright, tight, tight
The annihilator, forever favor
True upgrader, you a shaker
Club breaker
Baby, don't you know I got to go
Got the glow and it got to show
Know it's been a year since I seen the road
Had me inside like I'm on parole
I'm outside like I'm on patrol
I hear the Zeitgeist, now I'm in the zone
You know they say you up when you finally free
It won't feel right if it's only me
If you're scared, nigga, say your grace
I got the formula like I own the race
I got the keys with me like I own the place
If these niggas on top, then I'm outta space
I'd rather spend it on you than on Uncle Sam
Give this shit my all but don't give a damn
Even in the winter it's a summer jam
I told her, "Buckle up," 'cause it's goin' down
It's like, bright, bright
Truth breaker, heartthrob, baby
Feather skater, you true raider
Daka-doo-doo-da
Uh-oh, I know you're lyin'
Outside waitin' in the line
Gettin' told one at a time (oh)
Uh-oh, I know you're lyin'
Outside waitin' in the line
Gettin' told one at a time (oh)
Bounce, baby, I'm in the buildin', baby
Do it, baby, you got my consent, baby
Oh, this the remix, oh, this the remix
Of course, you let me in, she gotta pat me down
Of course, you let me in, she gotta pat me down
The annihilator
Forever favor
And that boy ain't gon' shit bout it
Its alright we can tell that sucka to forget about it
[Chorus]
Girls to my right
Ladies to my left
The weathers so hot
Snows on my chest
When I see this fly girl
Tried to get her number
Then she tells me
I already smashed last summer
Mile high club G 5 planes
Remember back rubs and pink champagne
Mile high club G 5 planes
Remember back rubs and pink champagne
Do you remember when
I met you girl everything was alright
Do you remember when
We got a room we was fucking all night
Do you remember the time girl
Like I remember the time girl
Do you remember when (remember when)
Do you
Do you remember when (remember when)
There's a new tactic to use, my dear
If you have a protest no one wants to hear
Just attend a rally where the big shots meet
Strip to your hide and walk down the street
Way up in Canada, Doukhobor lads
Were sent to public schools disapproved
Of by their dads so the Doukhobor mamas
Said "That's enough"
And they went to the meeting in the buff
Do as the Doukhobors do, honey
Do as the Doukhobors do
If public policy gets on your nerves
And no one pays attention to you
Throw away your dresses and your lingerie too
And do as the Doukhobors do
Our women hold meetings to stop atom tests
They're not afraid of billy clubs
Cops and arrests
They sign those petitions 'til they're
Sad in the face
And still they seem to be getting no place
They little boat EVERYMAN
Couldn't leave port
Bomb tests continue of every sort
We've got to do something
That's wild and new
And do as the Doukhobors do
Do as the Doukhobors do, honey
Do as the Doukhobors do
If public policy gets on your nerves
And no one pays attention to you
Throw away your dresses and your lingerie too
And do as the Doukhobors do
Of course
Down in Cannes on the coast of France
You'd get no attention minus bras and pants
If you'd hit the beach in a grin or less
They'd think you had on
Last year's bathing dress
But up there in Canada at twenty below
People keep covered from head to toe
Kennedy would send a cup of coffee or two
If we did as the Doukhobors do
Do as the Doukhobors do, honey
Do as the Doukhobors do
If public policy gets on your nerves
And no one pays attention to you
Throw away your dresses and your lingerie too
And do as the Doukhobors do
I met a guy in the summer and I left him in the spring
He argued with me about everything
He had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye
He said he's six-foot-two, and I'm like, "Dude, nice try"
But he was so much fun and he had such weird friends
And he would take us out to parties and the night would never end
Another song, another club, another bar, another dance
And when he said something wrong, he'd just fly me to France
So I miss him some nights when I'm feeling depressed
'Til I remember every time he made a pass on my friend
Do I love him?
Bitch, that's my jeweler
Elliante, Fante, diamond cooler (let's go)
I got a lot whole lot of bands in my pants, they from France
My girl from Chicago, she said she don't like rappers
I told her, "Give me a chance"
This is a Range Rover, this not a Lamb'
Usin' a money counter up again
I cannot count it up right with my hands
You know my gun, it came with hundred round
Yeah, and the inside, it came with a fan
Yeah (brr), yeah (brr)
Here I go again (brr, hello)
If you try me, we gon' have to hit your man
Yeah, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (baow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (baow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (yeah)
FNs, Glocks and Dracos
No, we ain't got no Rugers tucked (yeah)
I don't even play with these niggas when I'm sober
So I'm on fuck shit when I'm bootin' up (booted up)
I'm stiff in the club, can't loosen up
Let my Glock in, motherfucker, got tool tucked
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (yeah, yeah)
Pour up, pour up, pour up
Pour up, pour up, pour up
Go up
You know I'm drinkin' on sizzurp, yeah
You know I'm fuckin' your gizzurl, yeah
You know my necklace a blizzard (count up)
Niggas tried to go inside the safe, put the gun in they face
Shootin' my shot just like I'm Dr.
Baby, you called, I can't hear a thing
I have got no service in the club, you say
Say? Wha-wha-what did you say, huh?
You're breaking up on me point
Sorry, I cannot hear you, La France est busy
K-kind of busy, k-kind of busy
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kind of busy
Just a second
It's my favorite song they're gonna play
And I cannot text you with
A drink in my hand, eh
You should've made some plans with me
You knew that I was free
And now you won't stop calling me
Cmon hands up!
Giant steps are what you take
Walking on the moon
I hope my legs don't break
Walking on the moon we could walk forever
Walking on the moon we could live together
Walking on, walking on the moon
Private planes on my jet way
A hundred joints in my ashtray
A couple grand to get dressed, behave
My money come in a fast way
Thirty grand is on champagne
And that's because im thirsty
Ball cause that's what works for me
Fuck niggas take it personally uh
I drink Bombay i smoke purple weed
Uh you're money all day
Man i be gone for weeks
Im talking south of France
Over seas, kush get rolled that good cologne
Getting stoned
Smoking with the owners, if i'm in the club
I'm getting payed to show up, that's
Gangster, little nigga that's
Real gangster, bitch you looking at a
Real Taylor, paper in my pocket, not to spend
That's to roll my pot with, Uh uh
Walking back from your house
Walking on the moon
Walking back from your house
Walking on the moon
Feet they hardly touch the ground
Walking on the moon
My feet don't hardly make no sound
Walking on, walking on the moon
Some may say i'm wishing my days away
No way and if it's the price I pay
Some say tomorrow's another day
You stay i may as well play
This baby got your face
So fuck that lil' baby, boy's back to the place
Back to the trap, back to the gang
Runnin' up bands, got my guap up (Runnin' the guap up)
All the bad hoes wanna top us (They wanna top us)
Too many wild parties on the yacht (Ohh-oh)
Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club (Out the yacht club)
Oh-oh-oh
It's gon' be alright
Shit hard
Free Band gang (La familia nigga)
Damn, DJ Plugg you just killed it (fuck you mean)
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Gotta keep the Rollie on, with reverse doors
They got mad love for us, we gettin' mad dough
Tryna sabotage a nigga, gettin' cash flow
We don't respect none of you niggas, we gettin' mad dough
They got mad love for us, it's gonna stay that way
We got mad goons on deck, they gon' spray that way
Outside niggas infiltrating, don't play around, don't play with me
Outside nigga come around, gon' spray 'em down like fireman
Whipping the dope like it's Anna Mae, shootin' a nigga like John K
Got mojo, on mojo, I assassinate 'em
Driving a boat on them Xans
Pour out a four in Japan, selling that dope out of France
The molly is great with a tan, the presi' it look like it's dancin'
Diamonds is Mediterranean, this for the ones who abandoned me
My heart is so full of some anger, all of you niggas in danger
Drinking on Texas like I'm a Ranger
I would've text you if I wasn't famous
I be with Russians so fuck you complaining?
"I have taken the decision to
Retire from international football
It has been a very tough decision for
Me to make which is why I have given
It so much thought since the World Cup
"I have always been exceptionally
Proud and honoured
To represent my country and have to
Say looking back I have enjoyed every
Minute of wearing the England shirt
"Due to my club career now going
In a different direction it is
Of utmost importance for me to consider
My family first - also
To concentrate on how I can perform
Consistently to the best of
My abilities over my next few
Years in club football
"It is now the time to move forward and I
Feel very confident that, with
Roy Hodgson in charge
The young players that
We have coming through and the
Changes that are being made
Throughout the development of the youth
System in this country
We will have success in the future and
A team that this country deserves
"I would like to thank all the
Managers that I have worked under
All the players that I have
Been fortunate enough to play alongside
And all the England
Fans for their support, not only at home
But particularly on their travels with
The team around the world
"I now look forward to continuing to
Support the team as a fan
And wish them every success for the
Upcoming campaign towards France 2016"
Ain't no party like an east coast party
With a west coast chick that
Got a down south body
And she bounce that body bounce
Bounce that body
Bounce that body bounce, bounce that body
Do the water dance, girl, do the water dance
Do the water dance, girl, do the water dance
From Miami to the bay to the port of France
Back to Jersey baby
Go and do the water dance
Do the water dance, girl, do the water dance
Do the water dance, girl, do the water dance
From Miami to the bay to the port of France
Back to Jersey baby
Go and do the water dance
(WOOOO) girl dem a freaka
And she move her booty like
Her name is Niesha
Got me thinking 'bout it 7 days of the weeka
First she dip low the she dip down deeper
She got me like WOOOO!
Swear to God I just touched down
All around the world (same song)
Killa Cali, nigga (same song)
ATL (same song)
Real-adelphia, dude it's all around the world
London, England, South of France
And all points between they know about your man
Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan
I'm a Tokyo Giant like Ichiro, I am
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce six-fours up and down Crenshaw
Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or Capri
Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like "Oui"
Your man'll stand manta ray, handling a steak
And handling a model, standin' 'bout five-eight
Five-nine, fine wine, fine dine either that
Or I'm mixing in Switzerland, tryna buy time
Ballin' out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali
Brunching at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy
When it's back home, nigga, back to the zone
Nigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me
All around the world (same song)
Brooklyn bombers (same song)
Detroit players (same song)
Chi-Town, all around the world
Said it's all love, Sure Club, MIA
Party at bungalow eight, when I stay
Pool look like a hundred Beyonce's
A couple fiances, I'm the new DeVante
"Come and Talk to Me" mami in the Yves Saint
Laurent, I hope, she ain't too young
Only twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her
I'm just tryna show her how a baller and a roller
Sleep one place, sell the pie to keep the engine
Runnin', then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard
St.
I got my cup filled up
We came to have a good time
So turn my music high we gonna tear this place up
Warn the neighbors it's a party, so go tell everybody
We party all around the world
We party all around the world
We party all around the world
We party all around the world
I got my cup filled, bitches all around me on some bachelor shit
Eyes half closed, heavy like they was attached to bricks
Around the world I use my atlas make a map of it
Globe trotter, ho hopper, superstar asterik
People always wonder so they ask us who we are
Rolling up to clubs when we too young to hit the bar
Wanna be on top and tryna to get there by tomorrow
See the money, bitches, bubbly, designer clothes, foreign cars
But I ain't never gonna change
Different city everyday
You hear these people scream my name
They think I'm underage
They don't know shit about the game
Till I'm drunk as fuck, on the couch, pouring out champagne
Living life like it's my job, and I don't ever take a day off
Shit ain't been the same since I seen my music take off
I be on some "I don't give a fuck" shit
Still with my homies I came up with so celebrate the fact that we young, rich, and famous
I got my cup filled up
We came to have a good time
So turn my music high we gonna tear this place up
Warn the neighbors it's a party, so go tell everybody
We party all around the world
We party all around the world
We party all around the world
We party all around the world
Hey, go Europe to Japan, then Mexico to France
Bitches of every nationality get up and dance
So, let me see your hands please
We makin' noise like a stampede
So much smoke up in this bitch you can't breathe
Somewhere where it's sandy, Cali or Miami
This the only way to do never made a plan B
Can't we, get it how we live
Tonight ain't the night to chill, tonight we do it big
Girls, comin' all dressed up and they takin' off their clothes
We know your man an ameteur so come party with some pros
You need something new, I know your life is gettin' old
We ain't gettin' younger so tonight's the night to go
So, crazy, treat it like your last night
Even if you broke, spend tonight like you cash right
It's the fast life, don't worry baby we ain't here to slow it down
Tonight we goin' crazy and tomorra' you can hold me down
I got my cup filled up
We came to have a good time
So turn my music high we gonna tear this place up
Warn the neighbors it's a party, so go tell everybody
We party all around the world
We party all around the world
We party all around the world
We party all around the world
Drinking in the nightclub with my bosom friend
Who come down to spend the weekend
When I look back who'd you think I see
But one of my family
Good heavens I shout
Mama Jacob, what the France you doin' in a night club
Same time the rock and roll start to play
She hold onto a Yankee and break away
Conjugatin' verbs with the greatest of ease
But I fell down hard on my bended knees
I feel like I've been run over by a truck
I don't care much about anything
I'm happy to sing
I'm lacking the passion to do anything
I feel like I've been run over by a truck
I don't care much about anything
So give me a ring
And tell me to wake up and do anything
I used to play b-ball down at the park (park)
Running up the sideline until it got dark (dark)
Outside step over with my right foot
Push off with the outside of my left foot
I used to chat up the girls out in the club
Looking for one of 'em to give me some love
The show wasn't over til the dough boy come home
Young fat dog I love everyone
I feel like I've been run over by a truck
I don't care much about anything
I'm happy to sing
I'm lacking the passion to do anything
I feel like I've been run over by a truck
I don't care much about anything
So give me a ring
Tell me to wake up and do anything
Grandma never was a pushover
Ain't nobody try to step to her
She could teach a common hustler to dance in France
Til a plane came a crashing down
On the way to see the Cleveland Brown
She was scrambling on fourth down
How I wish that I had been around
Oh
I wish that I had been around
I feel like I've been run over by a truck
I don't care much about anything
I'm happy to sing
I'm lacking the passion to do anything
I feel like I've been run over by a truck
I don't care much about anything
So give me a ring
Tell me to wake up and do anything
I feel like I've been run over by a truck
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