I wanna rock right now Looking for a spot that's hot to get down Ain't no stopping this grinding Do some time and break it down Hey, it's a party on the back porch I'ma take you through the back door, whoa Gonna drink 'til there ain't no more It's a party on the back porch It's a party on the back porch I'ma take you through the back door, whoa Gonna drink 'til there ain't no more It's a party on the back porch I wanna rock right now Looking for a spot that's hot to get down Ain't no stopping this grinding Do some time and break it down Yeah, I wanna rock right now Looking for a spot that's hot to get down Looking for a night that's gonna be worth Busting on the shell tows and doing the smurf Ain't stopping this grinding I ain't even mind it If you put your lips on my diamond Hands fly to the sky Swinging so high Up to the silver lining Fresh dressed like a million bucks Dickie's ball cap, you know what's up Inside it's too claustrophobic If I'ma flow it, I need room to through it Follow me to the place to be On the back porch with the symphony One, two, three, a'ight y'all, let's go, follow me, follow me Hey, it's a party on the back porch I'ma take you through the back door, whoa Gonna drink 'til there ain't no more It's a party on the back porch It's a party on the back porch I'ma take you through the back door, whoa Gonna drink 'til there ain't no more It's a party on the back porch Hey, baby, break it on down Break it to the Bizkit sound Let's move to the next big town Nobody gonna stop you now Hey, baby, break it on down Break it to the Bizkit sound Let's move to the next big town Nobody gonna stop you now It's a party on the back porch I'ma take you through the back door, whoa Gonna drink 'til there ain't no more It's a party on the back porch It's a party on the back porch I'ma take you through the back door, whoa Gonna drink 'til there ain't no more It's a party on the back porch I wanna rock right now Looking for a spot that's hot to get down Ain't no stopping this grinding Do some time and break it down

Chilling on a back porch, aw yeah Chilling on a back porch, aw yeah Ain't no line around the corner, no security No velvet rope, no dress code, everybody's VIP You can wear your hat, dance in your bare feet No credit card, no roll of cash, just BYOB Chilling on a back porch Little hottie swinging up in the swings Them good ol' boys picking six strings Leave your trouble at the door No cover charge, get in for free No last call, let's party on the back porch (Chilling on a back porch, aw yeah) (Chilling on a back porch, aw yeah) Got a tin roof on the top just in case it rains Got a kiddy pool off the deck for those hot as hell days Got beer on ice, all day all night Now if that sounds like something you like come on Chilling on a back porch Little hottie swinging up in the swings Them good ol' boys pickin' six strings Leave your trouble at the door No cover charge, get in for free No last call, let's party on the back porch Chilling on a back porch Little hottie swinging up in the swing Them good ol' boys picking six strings Leave your trouble at the door No cover charge, get in for free No last call, let's party on the back porch Chilling on the back porch Little hottie swinging up in the swing Them good ol' boys picking six strings Leave your trouble at the door No cover charge, get in for free No last call, let's party on the back porch (Chilling on a back porch, aw yeah) On a back porch (Chilling on a back porch, aw yeah) Little hottie swinging up in the swing Them good old boys picking five strings No cover charge, get in for free No last call, so let's party on the back porch

Tonight we're rolling out the red carpet Got somewhere special in mind You're my plus one to the party And we ain't gotta wait in no line And I know the DJ and I bet ya he'll play Anything you want, Diddy to McGraw Got a table for two with a wraparound view Just slide the door baby step into A little back porch bottle service Longnecks chillin' in an ice box Get you lookin' so hot baby that you got me burnin' Don't stop workin' that firefly flirtin' Girl you know it's been a little while Tonight we gonna do it our style So keep the rollin' rocks rollin' Rockin' chairs rockin' If the neighbors get to knockin' We'd be poppin' that back porch bottle service A little VIP for you and me 'Cause girl you worth it, yeah A little back porch bottle service Comin' in hot with them cutoffs Make me think I should be cut off And I've only had 2 maybe 3 Might as well be 12 when you're kissin' on me Got me buzzin' on that back porch bottle service Longnecks chillin' in an ice box Get you lookin' so hot baby that you got me burnin' Don't stop workin' that firefly flirtin' Girl you know it's been a little while Tonight we gonna do it our style So keep the rollin' rocks rollin' Rockin' chairs rockin' If the neighbors get to knockin' We'd be poppin' that back porch bottle service A little VIP for you and me 'Cause girl you worth it, yeah A little back porch bottle service We don't need no club lights, that's what we got stars for Make the music loud, it'll open up the car doors Ain't nobody fightin' if they do then they can take it to the grass I'm drinkin' until I fall on my ass but while I'm up baby Spin it like a southern cinderella Dancin' in a smoke out of citronella Damn girl you lookin' gorgeous Just keep lightin' me up like them tiki toches on a... Back porch bottle service Longnecks chillin' in an ice box Get you lookin' so hot baby that you got me burnin' Don't stop workin' that firefly flirtin' Girl you know it's been a little while Tonight we gonna do it our style So keep the rollin' rocks rollin' Rockin' chairs rockin' If the neighbors get to knockin' We'd be poppin' that back porch bottle service A little VIP for you and me 'Cause girl you worth it You know you worth it, yeah A little back porch bottle service If the neighbors get to knockin' We'd be poppin' that

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby