Тик-так
Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy1
(Hey, what up girl?)
Put my glasses on, I'm out the door - I'm gonna hit this city (Let's go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack2
Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back
I'm talking - pedicure on our toes, toes
Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowing up our phones, phones
Drop-toping, playing our favorite cds
Pulling up to the parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don't stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh
Ain't got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here
Now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger3
I'm talking about - everybody getting crunk, crunk4
Boys trying to touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
Now, now - we going til they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Police shut us down, down
Po-po shut us -
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
You got me now
You gotta that sound
Yea, you got me
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
Get your hands up
Put your hands up
No, the party dont stop until I walk in
Просыпаюсь с утра, ощущая себя, как P.Diddy1
(Эй, ну, как ты, чувиха?)
Надеваю очки, я иду — я собираюсь отыметь этот город!
(Давай!)
Но прежде чем уйти, я «почищу» зубы, выпив бутылку Джека2,
Потому что, когда я ухожу на ночь, домой я не возвращаюсь...
Я говорю: Педикюр для ногтей, ногтей...
Перемерим всем свои шмотки, шмотки...
Парни разрывают звонками наши телефоны, телефоны...
Откинув крышу, слушая любимые CD,
Направляемся на вечеринки,
Чтобы еще немного выпить...
Не останавливай! Пусть гремит!
Ди-джей, взорви мои колонки!
Этой ночью я рвусь в бой
До самого рассвета!
Часы тикают тик-так,
Но вечеринка не закончится!..
Оу-оу-оу-оу...
Оу-оу-оу-оу...
Нет дела до мира, но зато есть много пива.
Нет ни гроша в кармане, но я уже здесь.
Чуваки уже выстраиваются в очередь, потому что они видят, какие мы развязные.
Но, если они не выглядят, как Мик Джагер3, мы выбросим их за борт.
Я говорю, что — все до безумия напились, напились4...
Парни пытаются дотронуться до моей киски,
киски...
Дам ему по морде, если он слишком нажрется, нажрется...
Сейчас, сейчас — мы будем продолжать, пока нас отсюда не вышвырнут
Или пока не приедет полиция,
Пока не приедет полиция,
Полиция...
Ди-джей, ты создаешь меня,
Ты уничтожаешь меня.
Мое сердце, оно колотится.
Да, мои руки подняты вверх.
Я принадлежу тебе.
Ты владеешь этим звуком!
Ты владеешь мной!
Ди-джей, ты создаешь меня,
Ты уничтожаешь меня.
Мое сердце, оно колотится.
Да, мои руки подняты вверх.
Поднимите руки вверх!
Все — руки вверх!
Нет, вечеринка не закончится до тех пор, пока я не уйду! TIC Tac
Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy1
(Hey, what up girl?)
Put my glasses on, I'm out the door - I'm gonna hit this city (Let's go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack2
Cause when I leave for the night, I is not coming back
I'm talking - pedicure on our toes, toes
Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowing up our phones, phones
Drop-toping, playing our favorite cds
Pulling up to the parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy
Do not stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party do not stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh
Is not got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
Is not got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here
Now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger3
I'm talking about - everybody getting crunk, crunk4
Boys trying to touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
Now, now - we going til they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Police shut us down, down
Po-po shut us -
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
You got me now
You gotta that sound
Yea, you got me
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
Get your hands up
Put your hands up
No, the party dont stop until I walk in
I wake up in the morning, feeling like P.Diddy1
(Hey, how are you, chuvikhi?)
I put on my glasses, I'm going to - I'm going to fuck this city!
(Come on!)
But before I go, I "will clean" teeth after drinking a bottle of Dzheka2,
Because when I leave for the night, I did not go back home ...
I say, pedicure nail polish ...
Remeasure all of their belongings, clothes ...
Boys break calls our phones, phones ...
Throwing back the roof, listening to your favorite CD,
We head to the parties,
To even have a drink ...
Do not stop! Let the thunder!
DJ, blow my speakers!
That night, I long to fight
Before dawn!
The clock is ticking tick tock,
But the party is over! ..
Ou-ou-ou-ou ...
Ou-ou-ou-ou ...
I do not care about the world, but there is a lot of beer.
There is not a penny in my pocket, but I'm already here.
Dudes are already lining up, because they see what we are cheeky.
But if they do not look like Mick Dzhager3, we throw them overboard.
I say - all mad drunk, napilis4 ...
Boys trying to touch my pussy,
pussy ...
I will give him in the face, if it is too nazhretsya, nazhretsya ...
Now, now - we will continue until we are not thrown away
Or until the police arrive,
Until the police arrive,
Police ...
DJ, you made me,
You destroy me.
My heart is pounding.
Yes, my hands raised up.
I belong to you.
You own this sound!
You own me!
DJ, you made me,
You destroy me.
My heart is pounding.
Yes, my hands raised up.
Put your hands up in the air!
All - hands up!
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