Hit (The Floor)
(Hook)
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Everybody hit the floor.
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Everybody hit the floor.
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Everybody hit the floor.
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Everybody hit the floor.
(Verse 1.)
It’s Friday night. My work is done.
I hit the clubs. Have some fun.
Meet a girl. Hope she’s the one.
And I won’t stop dancin’ till I see the sun.
Got my best shirt. My best shoes.
Burnin’ up the room with my best moves.
Tryin’ everything. Got nothin’ to lose.
Never leave the floor. They’re all my grooves.
(Hook.)
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
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Everybody hit the floor.
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Everybody hit the floor.
(Verse 2.)
Brought your lady out, lookin’ for romance.
You stand on the side. Won’t take a chance.
She’s pullin’ your hand, itchin’ to dance.
You say, “A different song. I prefer trance.”
She goes alone. You’re a bore.
You hit the bar. Drink like a chore.
By the time you have the nerve to hit the floor,
I’m dancin’ with your honey. She’s beggin’ for more.
(Bridge.)
All the ladies in the club put your hands on your hips.
Hands on your hips.
Hands on your hips.
Now, baby, lick your lips.
All the fellahs in the club put your feet side-by-side.
Your feet side-by-side.
And slide!
(Hook.)
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
(Verse 3.)
Fingers in her hair. Flows like a lake
She looks as good as a birthday cake.
Smiles like a nymph. Gives her hips a shake.
Blowin’ on my flute tryin’ to charm my snake.
I cross the floor and make my play.
Actin’ cool, I just say, “Hey.”
She’s all up on me. Holds me at bay.
Says, “I’m really a guy. Hope you’re gay.”
(Hook.)
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
Lyrics by M.C. Chalkskin.
Music by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh and Godson.
Vocals by M.C. Chalkskin and D.J. Pop'N'Fresh.
Synth: Godson
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
(Verse 1.)
It’s Friday night. My work is done.
I hit the clubs. Have some fun.
Meet a girl. Hope she’s the one.
And I won’t stop dancin’ till I see the sun.
Got my best shirt. My best shoes.
Burnin’ up the room with my best moves.
Tryin’ everything. Got nothin’ to lose.
Never leave the floor. They’re all my grooves.
(Hook.)
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
(Verse 2.)
Brought your lady out, lookin’ for romance.
You stand on the side. Won’t take a chance.
She’s pullin’ your hand, itchin’ to dance.
You say, “A different song. I prefer trance.”
She goes alone. You’re a bore.
You hit the bar. Drink like a chore.
By the time you have the nerve to hit the floor,
I’m dancin’ with your honey. She’s beggin’ for more.
(Bridge.)
All the ladies in the club put your hands on your hips.
Hands on your hips.
Hands on your hips.
Now, baby, lick your lips.
All the fellahs in the club put your feet side-by-side.
Your feet side-by-side.
And slide!
(Hook.)
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
(Verse 3.)
Fingers in her hair. Flows like a lake
She looks as good as a birthday cake.
Smiles like a nymph. Gives her hips a shake.
Blowin’ on my flute tryin’ to charm my snake.
I cross the floor and make my play.
Actin’ cool, I just say, “Hey.”
She’s all up on me. Holds me at bay.
Says, “I’m really a guy. Hope you’re gay.”
(Hook.)
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
Lyrics by M.C. Chalkskin.
Music by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh and Godson.
Vocals by M.C. Chalkskin and D.J. Pop'N'Fresh.
Synth: Godson
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