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This is international Big mega radio smasher! Chorus: I’ve had the time of my life And I’ve never felt this way before And I swear this is true And I owe it all to you! Oh, I have the time of my life And I’ve never felt this way before And I swear this is true And I owe it all to you! Dirty bit! Dirty bit! I came up in here to rock Light a fire, make it hot I don’t wanna take no pictures I just wanna take some shots! So come on, let’s go! Let’s lose control! Let’s do it all night! Until we can do it no more! Keep on rocking to the sound Turn it up and watch it pound We gon’ rock it to the top, Until the roof come burnin’ down Get hot in here The temperature Has got these ladies Getting freakier I got freaky, freaky, baby I was chilling with my ladies I didn’t come to get boogie I came here to get crazy! I was born to get wild! That’s my style! If you didn’t know that, Well, baby, now you know now Cause I’m Havin’! A good time! With you! I’m tellin’ you! Chorus: (x1) Dirty bit! Dirty bit! All these girls they like my swagger They call me Mick Jagger I’ve been rolling like a stoned Jet-setter, jet-lagger We ain’t messin’ with no maggots Messing with the baddest Chicks in the club, Honey, what’s up? Mirror, mirror on the wall Who’s the baddest of them all? It’s gotta be the apple I’m the mack daddy of them all Haters better step back! Ladies download your app I’m the party application, Rock it just like that! This is international Big mega radio smasher! Cause I’m Havin’! A good time with you, I’m telling you! Chorus: (x4) Dirty bit!
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I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan welcome to the land of fame excess, (woah) am I gonna fit in?
Jumped in the cab, Here I am for the first time Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign This is all so crazy Everybody seems so famous
My tummys turnin and I'm feelin kinda home sick Too much pressure and I'm nervous, That's when the taxi man turned on the radio and a Jay Z song was on and the Jay Z song was on and the Jay Z song was on
CHORUS: So I put my hands up They're playing my song, And the butterflys fly away Noddin' my head like yeah Moving my hips like yeah, And I got my hands up, They're playin my song I know I'm gonna be ok Yeah, It's a party in the USA Yeah, It's a party in the USA
Get to the club in my taxi cab Everybody's lookin at me now Like "who's that chick, thats rockin' kicks? She gotta be from out of town"
So hard with my girls not around me Its definitely not a Nashville party Cause' all I see are stilletos I guess I never got the memo
My tummys turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda home sick Too much pressure and I'm nervous That's when the D.J. dropped my favorite tune and a Britney song was on and the Britney song was on and the Britney song was on
CHORUS: So I put my hands up They're playing my song, And the butterflys fly away Noddin' my head like yeah Moving my hips like yeah, And I got my hands up, They're playin my song I know I'm gonna be ok Yeah, It's a party in the USA Yeah, It's a party in the USA
Feel like hoppin' on a flight (on a flight) Back to my hometown tonight (town tonight) Something stops me everytime (everytime) The DJ plays my song and I feel alright!
CHORUS: So I put my hands up They're playing my song, And the butterflys fly away Noddin' my head like yeah (Oh, nodding my head) Moving my hips like yeah, (Ooh Yeah) And I got my hands up, They're playin' my song I know I'm gonna be ok (gonna be okay) Yeah (huh huh), It's a party in the USA (Yeah) Yeah, It's a party in the USA
So I put my hands up They're playing my song, And the butterflys fly away (flying away) Noddin' my head like yeah (nodding my head like yeah) Moving my hips like yeah, (moving my hips like yeah) And I got my hands up, They're playin' my song I know I'm gonna be ok (I'm gonna be okay) Yeah (Yeah), It's a party in the USA Yeah (hahaha), It's a party in the USA (Party in the USA!)
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It's okay I'm good Let's go
Yeah (yeah), we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast a celebration get a glass out And we can do this until we pass out
(So) let it rain Let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pass out
Yeah, yeah, I'm in charge now I'm a star and I bought my fucking cast out I live a very, very, very wild lifestyle Heidi and Audrina eat your heart out I used to listen to "You don't wanna bring arms house" I got so many clothes I keep 'em in my aunt's house Disturbing London, bab,y we about to branch out Soon I'll be the king like Prince Charles' child, yeah
Yeah, yeah, and there ain't nobody fresher Semester to semester, ravin' with the freshers Twenty lightbulbs around my table and my dresser CLC Kompressor, just in case that don't impress her Say hello to Dexter, say hello to Uncle Fester Got them gazing at my necklace and my crazy sun protectors G Shocks, I got a crazy Don collection Haters, I can't fuckin' hear your reception
Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out And we can do this until we pass out
(So) let it rain Let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pass out
Yeah, they say hello, they say hola, and they say bonjour I'm pissed I never got to fly on a concord I been South Hampton but I've never been to Scunthorpe I'm fucking crazy with the kicks, call me Jean Claude
About to be a bigger star than my mum thought 'Cause every day I got a groupie at my front door Now I drive past the bus I used to run for Where's my fucking clap, where's my encore?
I walk alone 'cause I was born alone I chirpse her just for fun, I never ever call her phone I leave her in the club, I never ever walk her home D, you're the fucking foundation, I'm the cornerstone I'm born famous, I'm sorta known If you son doesn't, I bet your daughter knows Check out my visual, check out my audio Extraordinary, yo, hope you enjoyed the show
Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out And we can do this until we pass out
(So) let it rain Let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pass out
Whoa, whoa
Uh, look at me, I been a cheeky bastard, man, I'm Look at all the drama started, now I'm In here laying on my back Saying, "DJ, won't you gimme one more track?"
I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow morning
(So) let it rain Let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pass out
(So) let it rain Let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pass out
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Business calls me Trouble down the waterfront You know, i tried to Now i'm running outta lies It's a clear view When all you is gettin' paid No more favors I know what we can do about it I think i'd better run, run, run, run I think i'd better run, run, run, run You didn't catch me fallin' Fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' Fallin' fallin' fallin' Contradictions Get me everything i want I'll let you know But i think it's gonna take a while It's a clear view Noone's waiting at the door A million letters They couldn't make me change my mind I think i'd better run, run, run, run I think i'd better run, run, run, run You didn't catch me fallin' Fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' Fallin' fallin' fallin' How you want i to be Sittin' by the waterfront I should be drifting Far enough to reach the shore It's a clear view Don't you underestimate me No more flavors I know i can live whitout it I think i'd better run, run, run, run I think i'd better run, run, run, run You didn't catch me fallin' Fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' Fallin' fallin' fallin' If you got to play the game You got got to do it well I think i'd better run, run, run, run & leave those things for someone else But i like it I don't even care If you got to play the game You got to do it well
Make It Rain (Remix) (Feat. R. Kelly, T.I., Lil Wayne, Baby, Rick Ross and Ace Mac
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Whoo! Roxanne, (Its Khals bitches! Owww!) You don't have to turn off your red light...
[Fat Joe:] Static! Let's make it rain on these niggaz (Remix!)
[Lil Wayne:] Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the terror Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix!) I'm in this bitch with the terror (We back! Let's go!) Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella I make it rain, I make it rain I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix! Remix! We back!) I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes
[R. Kelly:] If you drilling these chicks they like Major Payne When I make it rain, they be like "yo... do it again" From the club to the coupe, inside my gates Up in my bedroom screaming that you're the snake They was perty perty, and I was flirty flirty Lil' dro, lil' bub now they getting' dirty dirty Don't ax me what my name is, stupid bitch I'm famous You gon' make me aim this Leave your ass brainless I'm tryin' to stay R&B But these streets is a part of me So don't get it twisted You see I order one bottle, then I fuck with one model Then I order more bottles, now I got more models I'm from that city where them niggaz don't play mayn I take a chick to my room like caveman So ask your girlfriend my name, I bet she go "Skeet skeet skeet, Weatherman 'bout to make it rain!"
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne:] Blat, blat, blat, blat, hey Joe uh let me git 'em It's young money and we on like the television The weather channel, but I do not broadcast I throw up more cash, and change the forecast Your boyfriend is lame, I make it rain on you He never make it rain, like Southern California Where's your umbrella? Now get your raincoat Baby I make it flood, now you gon' need a boat
[Birdman:] Fresh to death on 'em We throwin' money on 'em Stay fly, 25s when we ride on 'em Alligator suede, custom with the shades Make it snow in the club, bitches know we paid Stay shy rockin' Gucci in the Bentley (Super fly) White rose for my broad on them 23s Goin' to the club, nigga in a new fleet All red doors up, doin' it like a real G
[Hook]
[T.I.:] Come see me a crackin', in the club flossin' 40 thou' in my stacks, 20 stacks in my jeans No real boss niggaz do real boss things We bout that shit, you just talkin' You'nna slang rocks? Then how with my girls In the 430 down the strip I zoom? Gonna drop it day real but I feel like Joe Big glock I carry make a real big BOOM Make moves like a young tycoon I come through like a young typhoon Category 3, don't be category me Like you can get a better salary to me El capitan, game Numbero Uno I flood pussy clubs, ask any stripper you know
[Ace Mack:] Ace mizzy get all the hoes Gonna teach them shit they want to know Like fuck that pussy ass 9-4 girl Make that bucket a pot of gold It ain't no money like custom money It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny Ain't no bitch gettin' none of my money That why the money gotta clear to protect it from me She gotta ride for the A, hop for the A Live for the minute or be out for the day Hop the metal while lookin hot in stilettos Gotta rock with a bezzle on the trigger finger Boss bitch of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina Talk shit to a nigga with the 'blama beamed up When I see her gotta handle my bui-nah I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck
[Hook]
[Rick Ross:] 305 in my yayo Hey Khal, call Joe up Let him know I'm bout to roll up I just ran outta money I need to borrow 50 thousand cash Come through baby, make it rain E class on the way to you Gotta a hundred grand for you Triple Cs Oh yeah it's the remix I be reppin my city Blowin hundreds and fiftys If the head, right Ricky there every night Joey I was listenin' Uh, dubs, spinnin' rims Time to spend some dividends My money they swimmin' in Ross, I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I'm the mayor (I'm the mayor) Make it rain (Make it rain!), on these haters (on these haters!) Get your umbrella fella, cause we blowin' hella chedda, I'm the nigga that you scared of Cause no one can do it better
[Fat Joe:] Your crack girly 80s crack baby's momma paid me Maybach, fly Mercedes Birth that, drop a baby Them perty ladies, they drive me crazy Them skies is hazy, I'll pop like 80 Someone tell Mr. Bentley to bring his umbrella Katrina not, its just a one fella Who got dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon Got me a designated thower, cause my hand's hurtin' I make it rain, its cock-eyed bitch It's not a game, I'm 'bout those locos rich Ain't nothing wrong with wanting a happy ending And we don't need a hotel, we park in lot pimpin' Bitch!
