Float On With Us (Classic Extended Version)

[Intro: Funkmaster Flex]

Yaknawimean? It's gettin' ready to happen

We bout to black out, Funkmaster Flex

Full Force, what you know about it, baby?

Bout to give you what you need, what you want, understand it

Strictly blast off material is what we dealin' wit here, you heard?

Let's go...

[Bambue]

Put your hands in the air, cuz I'm about to blast

Bambue bout to set if off on your ass

Bring it on, what, the way I do this

Ain't nothin' to this, raps run through this

Steppin' up the game now, run wit Full Force

Don't have to rock no jewels, and I still floss

Coachin' French style, I spit, blaze it out

Tricks skip it out, what you talk, we live it out

Love up in the club and I post the French toast

Shades of French braids, back is exposed

The don diva got you twistin' they clothes

Fuck wit Cola bottle type body like 'whoa'

We let ballers get me cock-eyed, cuz I print out when we lock eye

Not shy, the skirt cut high, the style fly

C-notes in the brassiere, by the tata's, you broke

Float nigga, bye-bye

[Chorus: Full Force (Funkmaster Flex) {Allure}]

It's gettin' kinda hot in the club tonight

Dance, drink all night, mess around, spend about a dub tonight

Cuz I like, the girls that live in the club (It's on fire tonight)

Dance, gettin' tight, mess around take some home tonight

Cuz I like, the girls that live in the club, they just

{Float on, float on, float on, float on} (keep it bouncin', get it movin)

{Float on, float on, baby, float on}

[Full Force]

Yeah, I like the chick to be, lick it up

It's easy up for me, pick 'em up

Take 'em floor, sweat 'em up

And welcome to the bar, wet 'em up

Let's get set, yo, grab the honeys and let's go, do a 59 in the 'Esco

Cuz on cell phones, two-ways, ballers are down, yo

It's just a sign of the times, yo

[Silkk the Shocker]

N-O-L-I-M-I-T, try to step in this mutha, like, yea, that's me

You know, all up in the club on dubs, wit the tank on

Party club, half on love, get your drink on

See somethin' you like, g, get up outta here

It's bout to get hot, so look, sit up by the fan

When I come through, make her forget about a plan

She got a dude? Make her forget about her man

Look, you want it, but you ain't really gotta front

Besides run the streets, and then you tried me once

And ma, you ain't know got a triple x about cash

I'm P little brother, you look smart, so do the math

Full Force in here, gotta holla at Flex

Some say I'm spring bout it, cuz I'm private deck

But they don't stop up in here, you ain't bout it, you got up in here

It's bout to get hot, yo, you got up in here?

[Chorus]

[Full Force]

All the mami's in the spot, pick 'em up

Make the booty hot, sweat 'em up

Funk passion on the rocks, lick it up

Dancin' til I drop, wet 'em up

Don't wanna dance, then I'mma have to ask one of your friends, so

Then I take 'em home in my Benz-o

Free screens, DVD's, twenty inch Lorenzo's

It don't make no sense, yo

[Method Man]

Yo, every hour on the hour, "chill" like Rob G

Then he snap wit the power, the hungry M.C

I be by this couch, niggas ain't blowers you flower

Eat bullets and shit gun powder

Found you, reachin' for that chrome in your trousers

Supply the, get up on that left, turn an hour

Hurt me, firstly I put you on the ducks where the dirt be

Personally I just don't give a what

Have mercy, RZA beat's bump like herpies

And Meth run this track like Jackie Joyner-Kersee

Club hoppin', in the apple, where it's rotten

I'm bird watchin', trynna get in mami's stockings

Funkmaster Flex, it's about to get ugly, and God don't like ugly

Honeys permed out, lookin' young, dark and lovely, pass me the bubbly

I come wit Full Force, you can find us where the club be

[Chorus]

[Hook 4X: Full Force]

If you don't give a, like we don't give a

Throw your hands up, if you live in the club

[Method Man]

Is it real, son? Is it really real, son?

Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real

Somethin' I can feel, son, loaded up and killed one

Wanted raw deal, son, if it's really real

Aiyo, we come in Full Force

Got my girl Bambue, and Funkmaster Flex

One love to Lou Star, he's a live muthafucka

[Chorus]

[Outro: Funkmaster Flex]

Aight, and that's the way it goes down

Funkmaster Flex and Full Force

This is it, let it happen, one