Tonight's the night It'll be alright Don't stop moving baby Oh don't stop moving baby I can feel the night time coming I can feel my resistance falling so low Don't you know baby you got it This hold on me But I love just what you're doing

Now don't stop, drop, pause Look at that girl, she's like oh Look at that girl, she's like ah Mami over there sometime 'Cause you look so right Oh, look at that girl, she's like ah Look at that girl, she's like Mami no you can't come back

We're not gonna change the world We're gonna rock it Can't stop, is this all you wanna give us now? Can't stop, entertain that's what its all about We'll Sleep some other time, we're on a roll yeah We're gonna drop the bomb We're gonna blow up Can't

Everything stops where the pavement ends. You can get you a buzz, blame it on the radio. Find a lighter, live a little high. Take it all in, let the good times roll. And on a clear night, Who needs the headlights? Drop it in low, drive by the moonlight.

She said that I'm not the one that she thinks about and She said it stopped being fun, I just bring her down One more time with feeling Don't leave me all alone Just drop me off at home I said, don't let your future be destroyed by my past. She said,

I can try to stop it, all I like Hands down I've lost this fight But I just can't hide the truth Thought I was strong, enough for you I guess I'm going down You say it's not supposed to be Tell me not to waste my time This was never up to me But if it

Find me out awalkin' time the whistle starts acallin' maybe stoppin' early knockin' at your door. Take so long to answer Lord knows it ain't the milkman would be stoppin' early sellin' door to door. This off'll get the stain out

Entertain my faith Ah ah ah (and I'll be holding on to you) You are surrounding all my surroundings Lean with it, rock with it When we gonna stop with it? Lyrics that mean nothing We were gifted with thought Is it time to move our feet

Put your hands up in the air Shinin', grindin' on the shine Flip it all the time When we hustlin', Young Money gunnin' Cash Money flippin', shit them every time When we grindin' 'cause we gettin', flippin' the change range And doin' different thangs,

'Cause since I've come on home Well my body's been a mess And I've missed your ginger hair And the way you like to dress Won't you come on over Stop making a fool out of me Why don't you come on over Valerie? Well sometimes I go out by myself