Illa J - French Kiss Trois lyrics

[Intro: Illa J & Phife Dawg] Uh, just dance, just dance Uh, just dance, just dance Just dance, just dance (Checka, checka 1-2, 1-2, checka, checka 1-2, 1-2) Uh, shake that ass, shake that ass (Uh, checka, checka 1-2, 1-2, checka, checka 1-2, 1-2) Illa [Verse 1: Illa J] Met this French chick at a bar Face like a supermodel, body like a pornstar Yeah, brain like Einstein Game like A.I., stackin' that money high Yeah (Woo), girl, you know you a born star You should be on my team, yeah, you know we goin' far Yeah (Ooh, uh), and I know you feel my eye beams Starin' at your ass girl, ha, damn, girl (Woo) Yeah, yeah, you know you got that moneymaker (Woo) Shake it like a salt shaker (Yeah), ooh, you's a heart breaker But wait up, we gotta talk it up Then spark it up, then fu*k, split up Get back, make up, then stack cake up And I'll be waitin' for you while you do makeup Bu-but, wait up, I gotta call Nate up 'Cause Nick just bought some sh*t, we 'bout to get baked up, yeah [Chorus: Illa J & Phife Dawg] Uh, just dance, just dance Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France Uh, shake that ass, shake that ass Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France Uh, just dance, just dance Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France Uh, shake that ass, shake that ass Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France [Verse 2: Phife Dawg] Girl, your body good, ah, girl, your body good Boardroom smart, but I love it when they hood Aquazzura Amazon sandals in that emerald green Same color gown by Alexander McQueen She and her chicas hopped in that Bentley SUV I'm thinkin' to myself, "Who the hell is she?" Crew lookin' like, "Ow," bodies like, "Blaow" Even her chubby pal had a face like, "Wow" Leavin' the World Film Fest (Uh), lookin' so correct (Yeah) Finest thing walkin' through Montreal, Quebec Club Le Rouge next spot, 1738 shots Bottles of Ciroc while my man Roots rocks Shorty sippin' Molson Dry, zonin' off that Chata No doubt I feel her manners, but don't want to take advantage Let that vixen pass by, Illa, I gotta get with her Five Footer all on her mouth like liquor, uh (Like liquor, like, like liquor) [Chorus: Illa J, Phife Dawg, & Redman] Uh, just dance, just dance Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France Uh, shake that ass, shake that ass Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France Uh, just dance, just dance Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France Uh, shake that ass, shake that ass (Ha) Ladies in Montreal, femme de— [Verse 3: Redman] Ayy, babe (Ayy, babe) I'm thinkin' 'bout poppin' the question (Oh my God) Like do you wanna watch boxin' or wrestlin'? (Ah) I joke a lot, but I'm serious than XM My heart poundin' so cardiac arrest him (Why?) Because I'm so in love with ya Type of woman that'll fart in the tub with ya (Hahaha) She not on IG, Facebook, the Twitter You try to hit her, she'll right hook a ni**a (That's right) French kissin' me while we sittin' in traffic (Mwah) And exhale well with my Angela Bassett Breathe in, breathe out (Hey) After sex, I swear the weave out (Hey) Ayo, Phife, I feel that the vibe is right, we glowin' Our eyes brighter than neon lights (Okay) Her feet's the bomb and I shop for shoes You don't get it, then it's not for you, Diggy (Woo, let's go) [Chorus: Redman] Yo, just dance, just dance (Dance, girl) Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France (Hit 'em) Hey, shake that ass, shake that ass Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France Yo, just dance, just dance Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France (Look at 'em) Hey, shake that ass, shake that ass Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France (Yes, sir) [Outro: Redman] Ha, Phife Dawg (Phife Dawg), Illa J (Illa J), Redman (Redman) Potatohead People on the beat Rasta Roots Ali Shaheed on the mix, man, you got this sh*t knockin', bro (Facts, haha) We miss you Phife, forever, ni**a