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Description
The dance floor is buzzing, as if someone turned on geothermal heating underneath it. The air is thick with pheromones, bass, and other people's decisions that “just happened.” Somewhere between a glance over the shoulder and a hip movement, the line between “time to go home” and “maybe just a little longer” is lost. Everything seems innocent - just music, just rhythm, just “let's dance.” But we all know that after the third “yeah,” social acrobatics without a safety net begin.
In this whirlwind, it's easy to forget who is whose friend and who was whose friend **before**. The heart beats to the beat of the drums, the mind surrenders, and the body votes to continue the party. Everything is too hot to think and too loud to hear your own conscience. It's just a night where even random footsteps sound like a line from a movie, and every “yes” is followed by another “oh.”
Lyrics and translation
Original
Peace up, A-Town down.
Yeah, yeah.
Okay. Hush hush hush. Let's go.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Let's go. -Up in the club with my homies.
Tryna get a little V-I. Keep it down on the low-key.
-'Cause you know how it is. -Hey, hey.
I saw this shorty, she was checkin' up on me.
From the game she was spittin' in my -ear, you would think that she know me. -Huh.
-I decided to chill. -Okay.
-Conversation got heavy. -Hey.
She had me feelin' like she's ready to blow.
-Watch out. -Oh, oh.
-Watch out. -She say, "Come get me.
" -Come get me. -So I got up and followed her to the floor.
She said, "Baby, let's go. " When I told her I said. . .
-Let's go. -Yeah.
Shorty got down low, she said, "Come and get me.
" -Oh. -Yeah.
I got so caught up, I forgot she -told me. -Yeah.
Yeah.
"You can be my girl, you can be the best of homies.
" -Hey. -Yeah.
Next thing I knew, she was all up on me screamin'. . .
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. What, what?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, -yeah. What, what? -So she's all up in my head now.
Got me thinkin' that it might be a good idea to take her with me.
-'Cause she's ready to leave. -Well, let's go.
Now I gotta keep it real now. 'Cause on a one to ten, she's a certified twenty.
-But that just ain't me. -Hey.
And 'cause I don't, oh, take that chance, she swears it's gonna lead.
But what I do, oh, is the way she dance makes shorty alright with me. The way she gets low.
I'm like, "Yeah, just work that out for me.
" She asks for one more dance, and I'm like, "Yeah. " How the hell am I supposed to leave?
-Let's go. -And I say. . . Yeah.
Shorty got down low, she said, "Come and get me.
" -Yeah. -Yeah.
I got so caught up, I forgot she told me.
Yeah.
Yeah. "You can be my girl, you can be the best of homies. "
Hey.
Yeah. Next thing I knew, she was all up on me screamin'. . .
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, -yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, hey, Luda. -Watch out, my outfit's ridiculous.
In the club lookin' so conspicuous. And wow, these women all on the prowl.
If you hold -the head steady, I'ma milk the cow. -Yeah.
And forget about game, I'ma spit the truth.
-What?
-I won't stop 'til I get 'em in they -birthday suit. -Yeah.
So give me the rhythm and it'll be off with their clothes.
Then bend over to the front and touch your toes. I left the Jag and I took the Rolls.
If they ain't -cuttin', then I put 'em on foot patrol. -Let's go.
How you like me now? When my pinky's valued over three hundred thousand.
Less -drink, you the one to please. -Yeah.
-Lil' Chris fill cups like double D's. -Yeah.
Me and Ursh' once more and we leaves 'em dead.
We want a lady in the street, but a -freak in the bed that say. . . -Yeah.
Shorty got down low, she said, "Come and get me.
" -Yeah. -Yeah.
-I got so caught up, I forgot she told me. -Yeah.
Yeah. "You can be my girl, you can be the best of homies.
" -Hey. -Yeah.
Next thing I knew, she was all up on me screamin'. . .
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, -yeah. -Take that and rewind it back.
Lil' Jon got the beat that make your booty go. . .
Take that, rewind it back. Usher got the voice that make your booty go. . .
Take that, rewind it back. Ludacris got the flow to make your booty go. . .
Take that, rewind it back. Lil' Jon got the beat that make your booty go. . .
Let me see you do the A-Town stomp. Do the A-Town stomp.
Now do the mustard, do the mustard. Do the mustard, do the mustard. A thunder clap, hey, a thunder clap, hey.
Thunder clap, hey, a thunder clap, hey. Rock away, rock away.
Rock away, rock away. And cut.