文本歌词

Scream & Shout (Hit-Boy Remix) - will.i.am
Written by：William Adams/Jef Martens/Jean Baptiste/William Adams
Is like sh*t is coming down from the motherf**ker haven's
Is a new motherf**king day
Get down and lay down
Are you turn the f**k up
Are you f**k sparkless?
I wanna see flame toes in this motherf**ker
This is Will.I.am joint
Hit Boy, Britney, Waka, Weezy
And they call me Diddy, b**ch
We won no get
We're doby, yeah
If you act like gray stone
Give you drink
Tell'em to run his back
Put your hands up in the air
Got the car from Will.I.am
Now is Hit Boy
You know Hit Boy
You turn up
(Bring the action!)
When you hear this in the club
You're gonna turn turn it up
(turn up b**ch)
You're gonna turn turn it up
(turn up b**ch)
You're gonna turn turn it up
(turn up b**ch)
When we up in the club
All eyes on us
(turn up b**ch)
All eyes on us
(turn up)
All eyes on us
See the boys in the club
They're watching us
They're watching us
(You watching us)
They're watching us
Everybody in the club
All eyes on us
All eyes on us
(You watching us)
All eyes on us
I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out
And scream and shout, and let it out
We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh
We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh
I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out
And scream and shout, and let it out
We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh
You are now, now rocking with
Will.I.am and Birtney, b**ch
It's rock and roll, roll
Whole world know my sh*t everywhere I go
Whole world bang this song 'cause it's cold
Ah, sh*t, I think that girl ready to go off
But she want a photo
(yeah)
So I took a photo
(clap!)
Yeah, I took a picture with an I'm photo social
Yeah, you got a cold chick, but I got a colder
She don't really know sh*t, so I gotta show her
Hide your paper, yeah I'm stackin' paper
Money to the ceiling, now I need a skyscraper
You are now, now rockin' with
Will.I.Am and Britney, b**ch
Wack Flocka Flame, Lil' Wayne, Hit Boy, Diddy, b**ch
When you hear this in the club
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
When we up in the club?
Motherf**kers I said put your hands up
Turn the f**k up, right mothef**kers!
And now
Oh, it's time to party
Oh, it's time to party
Smokin', drinkin', no passin' out
YOLO, I'mma shout it out
We party hard, we yell it out
Disrespect me, knock him out
Crack a smile, Pacquiao
F**k the VIP, I'm in the crowd
Me and Britney, we actin' wild
It's Waka Flame, you know my style
This little chain like 40 thou
All eyes on me, look out
Pop a beam, that's the old me
Molly's here, we don't fight fair
My buzz big, like Lightyear
Get a grip, shorty, you can't stand here
Friends, fans and family here
Outfit real, live with no fear
Turn the club into a mosh pit
Spend 20 bands, do a back flip
Girl, drop it low, shake that
My wrists rocky like ASAP
This a G mix and I laced that
When you hear this in the club
You're gonna turn turn it up
(Turn up b**ch)
You're gonna turn turn it up
(Turn up b**ch)
You're gonna turn turn it up
(Turn up b**ch)
When we up in the club
All eyes on us
All eyes on us
All eyes on us
I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out
And scream and shout, and let it out
We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh
You are now, now rocking with
Will.I.am and Birtney, b**ch
Hi! I'm Tunechi
I give the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love,
So I don't pay for no p**sy
I don't pay these haters no mind
Don't f**kin' call me cheap
I grab life by the horns,
And that b**ch went 'beep-beep'
I swear right now I feel like 'Pac
'Cause all eyes on me
And I don't mean to throw no Sour D's,
Lookin' small fries to me
And my b**ch bad like Britney,
But I wish I had Britney
She remind me of my jeep,
But I got a bad memory
And I'm feelin' good, I'm lookin' good,
I'm smokin' good, I'm sippin'
These hoes think they classy?
Well that's the class I'm skippin'
Got a party in my bedroom,
That's a party she ain't missin'
I brought her by Will.i.am,
But she kept callin' him Will.i.am
Only God can judge me, case closed
I've got my hoes at Drake shows
I got this sh*t on lock,
No escapin' those and I'll make that b**ch
Scream, and shout, and let it all out
I'll put it in her backyard like a f**kin' doghouse - Tunechi!
Scream and shout, and let it all out
And scream and shout, and let it out
We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh
We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh
I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out
And scream and shout, and let it out
We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh
You are now, now rocking with
Will.I.am and Birtney, b**ch
Let's go
This is the remix
This is a super black man remix
This is the remix
This is a super black man remix
This is a super black man remix Yeah!
And they call me Diddy, b**ch
Yeah! Scream and shout, and turn'em all out! Yeah!