U Know What's Up - Donell Jones

You know what's up You know it's us, yeah You wanted it, you went for it And baby, you got it (you know what's up) You wanted it, you went for it You know it's us, yeah I'm gonna make it all the way, just watch me I'm gonna hustle every day (ooh-whoa) I'm making paper like it's origami I only came to win the game, can't stop me You wanted it, you went for it (yeah) And baby, you got it I wanted it, I went for it And baby, I did it on my o-o-o-o-own Did it on my o-o-o-o-own, own O-o-o-o-own, did it on my own, yeah You know what's up You know it's us, yeah Ladies and gentlemen, listen up I'm gonna ask you a few questions And I just want you to be honest with me You want those shoes? You want that shirt? You want that car? You want that purse? Ha, I'm gonna need you to convince me You ready? Here we go You want it? (I want it) You want it? (I want it) You want it? (I want it) Louder You want it? (I want it) You want it? (I want it) You want it? (I want it) Give me one, two, three, four You wanted it, you went for it And baby, you got it I wanted it, I went for it And baby, I did it on my o-o-o-o-own Did it on my o-o-o-o-own, own O-o-o-o-own, did it on my own, yeah Woo! You know what's up You know it's us, yeah You wanted it, you went for it And baby, you got it (you know what's up) You wanted it, you went for it You know it's us, yeah Alright, alright, woo! Yeah

Reggeaton Whoa Whoa Yeah Yeah This is the crap right here It's real real early in the mornin' Saturday mornin' But I'm awake And I got a boombox yo! Let's wake up your neighbors Time to wake up your neighbors Let's wake up the neighbors Time to wake up the neighbors It's 8 o'clock in the mornin' And your neighbors are upstairs snorin' When they should be up enjoying the day Go to your stereo and here's the track to play Let's wake up your neighbors Time to wake up your neighbors Let's wake up the neighbors Time to wake up the neighbors Let's make a song with a lot of bass So we're sure they'll hear it in their place But wait before we mix it down Let's add in more annoying sounds That's good Let's put some lasers here Some loud guy screaming in your ear Now take this beat out to the street And drive around with it on repeat (Annoying sounds playing in background) Let's wake up your neighbors Time to wake up your neighbors Let's wake up the neighbors Time to wake up the neighbors Let's wake up your neighbors Time to wake up your neighbors Let's wake up the neighbors Time to wake up the neighbors Let's wake up your neighbors Time to wake up your neighbors Let's wake up the neighbors Time to wake up the neighbors

You know what's up You know it's us, yeah You wanted it, you went for it And baby, you got it (you know what's up) You wanted it, you went for it You know it's us, yeah I'm makin' paper like it's origami I'm gonna hustle every day (ooh-woah) Gonna make it all the way, just watch me I only came to win the game, can't stop me You wanted it, you went for it (yeah) And baby, I did it my o-o-o-o-own Did it on my o-o-o-o-o-own, o-o-o-o-own Did it on my own, yeah You know what's up You know it's us, yeah You ready? Here we go You want it? (I want it) You want it? (I want it) You want it? (I want it) Louder You want it? (I want it) You want it? (I want it) You want it? (I want it) Give me one, two, three, four You wanted it, you went for it And baby, you got it I wanted it, I went for it And baby, I did it on my o-o-o-o-own Did it on my o-o-o-o-o-own, o-o-o-o-own Did it on my own, yeah (here we go) O-o-o-o-own Did it on my o-o-o-o-o-own

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

(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.)