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Artiste : Big Boi
Titre : Mic Jack
[Big Boi]
Niggas still ain´t fuckin´ with Hollywood Court
´Cause they fuckin´ wit´ ya boi like the Hollywood dough
Everything big, no comin´ up short

Jack the buzzer beater up, all net, half court
The game winning shot, your name sayin´, not
That same skinny thot you got, she be in and out
She never spit it out either, we call her Poke-mouth
Big mouth bad, start to smash that ass
I build a bear before I build a bitch
I take her to the mall and fill her with the sugar dick
With the same lips give a nigga sugar whits
Give me brain, so intelligent with plenty sense
I took her innocence, yeah she was turnt out
And by the time I gave her back she was burnt outLike the tires on the Huracan, you ain´t good Antwan
Or better yet, stay great, we stay puttin´ on

[Adam Levine]

You´re hotter than July (super hot)
Super colder than December (so cold)
You got me dancin´
The dancefloor tells no lies
Give them something to remember
You got me dancin´

Please don´t stop movin´ your feet
While the music´s hot on that ecstacy
We can dance all night, till we both get weak
Come on, come on

[Big Boi]
Stayin´ fresh that´s the gameplan
Out the oven cause we never microwavin´
We break it up like the smile of Michael Strahan
And keep shinin´ like the glove on Michael J hand
I do not play man, sure I´ll eat your ass up quick

I´m on that boss rap shit, they on that toss salad
Old chick, I sees ya nigga and I delete her
I used to have a bench full of bitches but didn´t need ´em
But still fill arenas and killin´ the coliseum
ATLiens, they on top of ya human beings
From the mothership, I´m on some other shit
Lowkey like the blow soul back in ´86But we don´t sell dope, we pimp ink pens
To provoke the folks and keep ´em thinkin´
What is you drinkin´, or better yet
Do you really know the meaning of life or are you sleeping

[Adam Levine]
You´re hotter than July (super hot)
Super colder than December (so cold)

You got me dancin´
The dancefloor tells no lies
Give them something to remember
You got me dancin´
You´re hotter than July (super hot)
Super colder than December (so cold)
You got me dancin´
The dancefloor tells no lies
Give them something to remember
You got me dancin´

Please don´t stop movin´ your feet (you got me dancin´)
We can dance all night, till we both get weak, come on
(You got me dancin´)

Morning, we don´t stop till the morning

We don´t stop, keep it going
We gonna see it through
And the rest is up to you