Description
It seems someone turned on the "have fun without instructions" button somewhere in the middle of the nightclub. The body itself remembers what it's like to move without thinking, just to the rhythm, to the beat, to that very simple formula for happiness: down, up, down again. The air is vibrating with bass, the light is blinding, and everyone is equally happy - not because they know the words, but because words aren't needed here. It's not about the dance - it's about the moment when the noise becomes music, and the crowd transforms into an organism with one heart and an endless desire to "bring it back." Composer: Matthew Robb Producer: Matthew Robb Composer: Nathan Graham Producer: Ruan Wilkins Composer: Ruan Wilkins Composer: Colin Griffith
Lyrics and translation
Original
Rounds. Oh gosh, massive! This a di new dance, seen?
I want somebody, anybody, go down low and come back up and make dem know what a gwaan.
Go down low, bring it back up.
Go down low, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back up, up, up, up, up.
Go down low, bring it back up. Go down low, bring it back up. Go down low, bring it back up.
This a di new dance, come fi tin di place up. Go down low, bring it back up.
Go down low, bring it back up. Go down low, bring it back up.
This a di new dance, come fi tin di place -up. -This a di new dance, new flow.
First you bring it back up and make you take it down low. Easy.
-Easy. -And me say whoa, whoa.
You make me lean -back just like Fat Joe. -Lean back.
You haffi rise up just like some bake dough. Then drop it low just like a yo-yo.
Reach for the sky, get low, touch your toe.
We have a new dance, everybody haffi know.
Go down low, bring it back up. Go down low, bring it back up.
Go down low, bring it back up. This a di new dance, come fi tin di place up.
And then we bring it back up. Up, up, up, up. And then we bring it back up.
Up, up, up, up. And then we bring it back up. Up, up, up, up. And then we bring it back up.
Up, up, up, up.
Cheers and great fun. And come along. Hey, listen. We gonna hear more.
Hey, you see that? To ragga dance, bwoy.