I'm singing
Chorus
They can see that we're singing
They can see that we're dancing
They’re looking at us like
we're not right in the head
Let's invite them to join us
Before they try to call the cops
Before they try to call the cops
We don't want them to call the cops
Verse
My favourite tunes are being played so I sing along
and bang my head, this party's off the chain
On the dance floor I lead the way
Ladies charmed as I do the cha cha, samba, kwasa, hip hop, all and all
Getting out of my mind is a habit, dancing is magic
plus I tick too, call me a red pen
Looking good is who I am
I don't need expensive clothes for that
while some broke boys are showing off clothing labels
I'm making a lot in my 100 bucks T-shirt
Signing checks, signing autographs, getting
a whole lot of love and signing deals
I'm jolly like a kid seeing a Mac D’s happy meal
I'm dot com, these dollars I'll be counting
as soon as I hit overseas
I'll be there too; maybe that's why we have this party.
Chorus
Verse 2
I'm still trying to make you move.
Your uuhs and aahs I wanna hear too when I rap
I even have punchlines on my club banger tracks
I bang heads, the big heads as well
they’re heavy looking like they’re gonna fall off MCs
Hold your heads put your egos down
To my haters, I’ll also hit you
I won’t hit you with a broom stick
I won’t even touch you with my hand
I'll never hit you with a belt
but I'll let you listen to my tracks
so you can be infused to get your life back on track
Dance to this but don't break your back
I've never been up there, don’t assume I'm back
Couples in corners are blushing at me instead of
blushing at each other
they can see that I'm doing my thing properly
Chorus
Verse 3
Neighbours still looking, standing there like our body guards
standing there like we owe them
I see they’re trying to shut us up, we’re a party
they can call us cope, they’re barking now
on the other side yelling
they don't wanna hear no more sounds
I'm fun but I know how to stand my ground
They're coming towards us, oh dear, here it’s gonna come out of my mouth
so warn them DJ, I've got too much flow
so I'll need to flood my spittins all over this floor
it's disgustingly dangerous, anyone who walks through this space
will have to tip-toe, it’s not a choice it's a must
they should watch their step; if they don't they'll drown
they're looking like they can't do it; they’d better go back to sleep
before some of them trips here, if it happens then someone will really have to go to jail
I can't let my spittins get handcuffed, if they wanna stop us keep them out of here.
Chorus
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