I can make it good, I can make it hood, I can make you come, I can make you go! I can make it high, I can make it fly, make you touch the sky, hey maybe so!
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Singled Out.
TAUWAN'S "TOP TEN" SINGLES OF THE YEAR
THREE.
Umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, An avant-garde, top notch, off the charts pop single, no doubt about it. Highly addictive, highly enjoyable, yessir. But this joint? This shit right here? Classic. Stadium status. The Michael Jackson sample, that echoing hiccup rally call of a demand, the early to mid 90's Quad City DJ trance of a beat. And the lyrics. Listen closely as you get down, and you'll soon realize that your night is being narrated by Rihanna; I just came here to party, but now we're rockin' on the dancefloor acting naughty. Your hands around my waist, just let the music play. We're hand in hand, chest to chest, and now we're face to face. And all I ask is that you please, please, please don't stop the music
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