Big Boi – Mic Jack (On The Tonight Show) (Live)


But still fill arenas and killin’ the coliseum
You’re hotter than July (super hot)
I took her innocence, yeah she was turnt out
Old chick, I sees ya nigga and I delete her
I do not play man, sure I’ll eat your ass up quick
Give them something to remember
[Hook: Adam Levine]
We don’t stop, keep it going
To provoke the folks and keep ’em thinkin’
Like the tires on the Huracan, you ain’t good Antwan
Please don’t stop movin’ your feet
We can dance all night, till we both get weak, come on
Give them something to remember
We gonna see it through
[Bridge]
Out the oven cause we never microwavin’

But we don’t sell dope, we pimp ink pens
We break it up like the smile of Michael Strahan
She never spit it out either, we call her Poke-mouth
Big mouth bass, start to smash that ass
You’re hotter than July (super hot)
That same skinny thot you got, she be in and out
You’re hotter than July (super hot)
Or better yet, stay great, we stay puttin’ on
You got me dancin’
‘Cause they fuckin’ wit’ ya boi like the Hollywood dough
What is you drinkin’, or better yet
The dancefloor tells no lies
I’m on that boss rap shit, they on that toss salad

Stayin’ fresh that’s the gameplan
Super colder than December (so cold)
And keep shinin’ like the glove on Michael J hand
While the music’s hot on that ecstacy
I build a bear before I build a bitch
And by the time I gave her back she was burnt out
You got me dancin’
Everything big, no comin’ up short
You got me dancin’
Morning, we don’t stop till the morning
From the mothership, I’m on some other shit
Lowkey like the blow soul back in ’86
Please don’t stop movin’ your feet (you got me dancin’)
[Bridge]

The dancefloor tells no lies

The game winning shot, your name sayin’, not
The dancefloor tells no lies
And the rest is up to you
We can dance all night, till we both get weak
Super colder than December (so cold)
[Verse 2: Big Boi]
ATLiens, they on top of ya human beings

You got me dancin’
[Outro]
With the same lips give a nigga sugar whits
[Hook: Adam Levine]
Come on, come on
I take her to the mall and fill her with the sugar dick
I used to have a bench full of bitches but didn’t need ’em
You got me dancin’
Niggas still ain’t fuckin’ with Hollywood Court
(You got me dancin’)
Give me brain, so intelligent with plenty sense
Super colder than December (so cold)

You got me dancin’
[Verse 1: Big Boi]
Give them something to remember
Do you really know the meaning of life or are you sleeping
Jack the buzzer beater up, all net, half court