J-Ro - On the Floor lyrics

[Intro/Hook] "Get your a** on the floor - on the floor" {*repeat 4X*} "Get your a** on the floor - MOVE IT!" {*repeat 4X*} [Tash] GET YO' ASS ON THE FLOOR! Uhh, yeah, yeah You know what time it is y'all Get your a** on the flo' It's the L... it's the I... it's the K... it's the eh-eh-eh Aiyyo Tha Liks is in the place, you know them rappers with the heart and guts Party faces on, let's get this motherf**er started up Pop a bottle, crack a b**h, the rest I gotta figure out Smoke a blunt, start a fight, n***as go the n***a route Cause this'll be the night to end all nights combined Keep your a** up off the stage cause all mics is mine Cause Tash is off his Richter, keep 'em hangin off the rafters Desperado women models cry now but laugh after CaTash'tra, and ever since I bought a house in Vegas All the chicks is lookin for me like the hunt for Larry Davis But I felt you first, turn around I'm right behind you Straight shreddin these MC's like good weed and coffee grinders Reminder, to my ex-b**h when I find ya I'mma smack ya for the times I had ta *69 ya I burn you with the science, this that k**a Cal' style So get yo' s**y a** on the flo' right now [Hook] [J-Ro] Yeah, listen up, yo This ain't no workout tape It's Likwit music for the people who take work outta state I never really considered myself a thug But I kept pounds of bud up under my rug And I was never slowin, I kept it goin I felt I was hard to bring down like Terrell Owens I'll be like, one time, you can get these here I'm movin mo' numbers than Britney Spears If you catch me, you'll probably give me 50 years So I just stash my sh** and just shift these gears I was cool as the Fonz but this ain't Potzie Webber Cause these _Happy Days_ don't last forever Now here come the judge, and he got a grudge I shoulda seen him comin but I didn't wanna budge It was six in the mornin as I lay in the bed When they came through the door and this is what they said [Hook] [E-Swift] Get your a** on the floor but this ain't no stick-up And party on down to this brand new Liks cut Girls grab a guy, guys grab your chick's bu*t DJ cut but don't f** the mix up I see the bouncer bouncin sweaty n***as smokin weed I got about a half an ounce and he can't f** with me Cause I got a few, supermodels hangin on my sleeve 30 n***as from the hood with Chucks and white tees And we don't want trouble, we just tryin to bubble Pop bottles, pour shots, hit the scene and leave With a little scenery, smoke a little greenery So you ain't gotta be mean to me n***a feel the impact I make the crowd react When I let off, it's somethin like a terrorist attack Cause my tracks keep the club packed door to door Get the f** out my face and get yo' a** on the floor [Hook] - repeat 2X