Britney Spears - Scream and Shout (Urban Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Diddy] This a Will.I.Am joint Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, Weezy And they call me Diddy, b**h! [Verse 1: Hit-Boy] Where 1 Oak at? Where Darby at? If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell ‘em to run this back Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am Now it's Hit-Boy on a hit boy You turned up and I'mma (Bring the action) [Diddy:] Turn it up b**h! [Hook 1: Britney Spears] When you hear this in the club You're gonna turn this sh** up You're gonna turn this sh** up You're gonna turn this sh** up When we up in the club All eyes on us All eyes on us All eyes on us [Hook 2: Will.i.am and Britney Spears] I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out And scream and shout, and let it out We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh You are now, now rocking with Will.I.Am and Britney, b**h [Verse 2: Will.i.am] It's rock and roll, roll Whole world know my sh** everywhere I go Whole world bang this song ‘cause it's cold Ah, sh**, I think that girl ready to go off But she want a photo – so I took a photo Yeah, I took a picture with an IM photo social Yeah, you got a cold chick, but I got a colder ho She don't really know sh**, so I gotta show her Hide your paper, yeah I'm stackin' paper Money to the ceiling, now I need a skyscraper You are now, now rockin' with Will.I.Am and (Britney, b**h) Waka Flocka Flame, Lil' Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy, b**h [Hook 3: Will.i.am] When you hear this in the club Just put your hands up Just put your hands up Just put your hands up When we up in the club… [Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] Oh, it's time to party Oh, it's time to party Smokin', drinkin', no pa**in' out YOLO, I'mma shout it out We party hard, we yell it out Disrespect me, knock him out Crack a smile, Pacquiao f** the VIP, I'm in the crowd Me and Britney, we actin' wild It's Waka Flame, you know my style This little chain like 40 thou All eyes on me, look out Pop a beam, that's the old me Molly's here, we don't fight fair My buzz big, like Lightyear Get a grip, shorty, you can't stand here Friends, fans and family here Outfit real, live with no fear Turn the club into a mosh pit Spend 20 bands, do a back flip Girl, drop it low, shake that My wrists rocky like A$AP This a G mix and I laced that [Hook 1:] [Hook 2:] [Verse 4: Lil' Wayne] Hi! I'm Tunechi – I give the girls my room key Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no p**y I don't pay these haters no mind – so f** it call me cheap I grab life by the horns, and that b**h went “beep-beep” I swear right now I feel like ‘Pac – ‘cause all eyes on me And I don't mean to throw no Sour D's, n***as small fries to me And my b**h bad like Britney, but I wish I had Britney She remind me of my jeep, but I got a bad memory And I'm feelin' good, I'm lookin' good, I'm smokin' good, I'm sippin' These hoes think they cla**y? Well that's the cla** I'm skippin' Got a party in my bedroom, that's a party she ain't missin' I brought her by Will.i.am, but she kept callin' him William Only God can judge me, case closed I've got my hoes at Drake shows I got this sh** on lock, no escape doors And I'll make that b**h scream, and shout, and let it all out I'll put it in her backyard like a f**in' doghouse – Tunechi! [Hook 4:] I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out And scream and shout, and let it out We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh [Hook 2:]