More songs by T-Pain
Description
Guitar: Alex Zilinski
Lyricist, Associated Performer, Composer: T-Pain
Bass: Arnold Nese
Drums: Mark Annino
Background Vocal: Sophia Fresh
Background Vocal: Robert Brent
Lyricist, Composer: Chris Brown
Composer, Lyricist: Tremaine Winfrey
Producer: Young Fyre
Recording Engineer: Javier Valverde
Assistant Engineer: Brandon Jones
Assistant Engineer: Miguel Bustamante
Vocal Engineer: Brian Springer
Mixing Engineer: Fabian Marasciullo
Assistant Engineer: Victor Wainstein
Lyrics and translation
Original
Nappy Boy (hey), with Pretty Boy, oh-oh
Hey, Nappy Boy (hey), with Pretty Boy (oh-oh)
Turn up the bass (turn up the bass), turn up the treble (turn up the treble)
I'm 'bout to take you to a whole other level!
DJ turn off what you're playing (playing, playing)
I want the whole club to hear what I'm saying (saying, saying)
Because this girl means so much to me
And now we're on the floor and she touching me
And if I wanna take her home
It's gotta be better than what they do on the radio
It's gotta be the crunkest
It's gotta be the loudest
It's gotta be the best
The best love song she ever heard in her life
I gotta tell her how I feel
I gotta let her hear, the best love song she ever heard in her life
No need for me to write it (me to write it)
I just gotta picture her smiling
And if you feel that way
Go ahead and kiss your baby
And now we've got the whole stadium in love like that
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Turn up the lights (lights, lights), give me a mic (give me a mic)
I'm 'bout to sing it to her just how she likes
Jump off the stage, bombs away
Crowd surfing all the way, cowabunga!
You know it's right, just do the wave
Girl, just move your body like a snake
And if you wanna get with me
Put your hands in the air, show me that energy
It's gotta be the crunkest
It's gotta be the loudest
It's gotta be the best
The best love song she ever heard in her life
I gotta tell her how I feel
I gotta let her hear, the best love song she ever heard in her life
No need for me to write it (me to write it)
I just gotta picture her smiling
And if you feel that way (way)
Go ahead and kiss your baby
And now we've got the whole stadium in love like that
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh (we got a love)
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh (oh, we got a love)
Homie kiss your girl
Shorty kiss your man
We can see you on the kissing cam
Now show me some love (yeah, yeah)
Show me some love (yeah, yeah)
Now look her in the eye (eye), say baby I love you
I'll never put no one above you
And if you feel that way
Go ahead and kiss your baby
And now we've got the whole stadium in love like that
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh (we got a love)
And if you feel that way
Go ahead and kiss your baby
And now we've got the whole stadium in love like that
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh (no-ooh-oh) baby
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh (yeah, yeah, aah-ah) uh-huh
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)