Move it move it, baby Can't you see I'm ready to dance? And I can't stop this rhythm in my heart. Move it move it baby, Can't you see I'm ready to dance
that's missing is the sea, But don't worry, you can suntan! Castaways and lovers meet, Then kiss in tropicana's heat, Watch the waves break on the bay
poppin' back up on all the scene From the George Down, PJ's, Cali or projects And the Cabrini Greens, my niggas get wild on they ass We like to pow-pow on
Rhythm Collective got my back cause I got theirs The funk is on, and African Identity is there The funk is on and Midnight Voices is there The funk is on
them bullets, keep my wig in play Keep fo' snug in the waist or pay a thousand to have 'em Niggaz in the street move faster than, Michael Jackson's album
got the George Jeff walk Look how I dance, favorful robes, bows and all sorts Hold on, who turned the lights on? Word to my microphone and preach on Brother
(featuring Alex Gaskarth of All Time Low and Juliett Simms of Automatic Loveletter) Originally by George Michael Alex: I feel so unsure, As I take
the Sawf I think it all sparked off, because I'm from the Nawf After riding ten minutes, I'm on my side of town Sleep in the seat, on side where the driver
poppin' Back up on all the scene, from the George Down, PJ's, Cali or projects And the Cabrini Greens, my niggas get wild on they ass We like to pow-pow on
Distinguished Flying Cross upon Colonel Charles A. Lindberg" (He made the first solo flight across the Atlantic Ocean on May 20, 1927. He took off from Roosevelt Field on
: (featuring Alex Gaskarth of All Time Low and Juliett Simms of Automatic Loveletter) Originally by George Michael Alex: I feel so unsure, As I take
' Back up on all the scene, from the George Down, PJ's, Cali or projects And the Cabrini Greens, my niggas get wild on they ass We like to pow-pow on
the George Jeff walk Look how I dance, favorful robes, bows and all sorts Hold on, who turned the lights on? Word to my microphone and preach on Brother