Get on Down

Kickin around, it’s blowing my mind
Girlies are smiling and sipping their wine
Talking to chumps and rolling their eyes
Sipping their drinks and stirring their ice
DJ’s spinning the records all night long
After midnight
And we dance in the club, lights out
And we dance and we shout
So baby don’t pout cause we’s just about
To get loose,
Crack some grey goose and when the clock strikes 2
We gonna party it up all night till noon
I like the smell of your style
Let’s sip Martini’s and kick it a while
I like the big lawns
I like the big dogs
For all you fools bumping these jams in your cars with your ipods
Here is something I can’t understand
How half of these fools managed to get a mic in there hands
Pass that bottle and let me fade
Let me show you how E gets made
Let me step up and get my pay
Or we just might have to get crazy
Super cal a fragile listic I done it up and went ballistic
Screaming that nobody gets this
So I blew’em a kiss, busted something like this
And the crowd started moving and jumping in their kicks
While Mark-ecstacy plays