French Kiss Trois (feat. Redman & Illa J)

Uh, just dance, just dance

Uh, just dance, just dance

Just dance, just dance

(Checka, checka 1-2, 1-2, checka, checka 1-2, 1-2)

Uh, shake that ass, shake that ass

(Uh, checka, checka 1-2, 1-2, checka, checka 1-2, 1-2)

Illa

Met this French chick at a bar

Face like a supermodel, body like a pornstar

Yeah, brain like Einstein

Game like A.I., stackin' that money high

Yeah (Woo), girl, you know you a born star

You should be on my team, yeah, you know we goin' far

Yeah (Ooh, uh), and I know you feel my eye beams

Starin' at your ass girl, ha, damn, girl (Woo)

Yeah, yeah, you know you got that moneymaker (Woo)

Shake it like a salt shaker (Yeah), ooh, you's a heart breaker

But wait up, we gotta talk it up

Then spark it up, then fuck, split up

Get back, make up, then stack cake up

And I'll be waitin' for you while you do makeup

Bu-but, wait up, I gotta call Nate up

'Cause Nick just bought some shit, we 'bout to get baked up, yeah

Uh, just dance, just dance

Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France

Uh, shake that ass, shake that ass

Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France

Uh, just dance, just dance

Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France

Uh, shake that ass, shake that ass

Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France

Girl, your body good, ah, girl, your body good

Boardroom smart, but I love it when they hood (Yeah)

Aquazzura Amazon sandals in that emerald green

Same color gown by Alexander McQueen

She and her chicas hopped in that Bentley SUV

I'm thinkin' to myself, "Who the hell is she?"

Crew lookin' like, "Ow," bodies like, "Blaow"

Even her chubby pal had a face like, "Wow"

Leavin' the World Film Fest (Uh), lookin' so correct (Yeah)

Finest thing walkin' through Montreal, Quebec

Club Le Rouge next spot, 1738 shots

Bottles of Ciroc while my man Roots rocks

Shorty sippin' Molson Dry, zonin' off that Chata

No doubt I feel her manners, but don't want to take advantage

Let that vixen pass by, Illa, I gotta get with her

Five Footer all on her mouth like liquor

Uh (Like liquor, like, like liquor)

Uh, just dance, just dance

Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France

Uh, shake that ass, shake that ass

Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France

Uh, just dance, just dance

Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France

Uh, shake that ass, shake that ass (Ha)

Ladies in Montreal, femme de—

Ayy, babe (Ayy, babe)

I'm thinkin' 'bout poppin' the question (Oh my God)

Like do you wanna watch boxin' or wrestlin'? (Ah)

I joke a lot, but I'm serious than XM

My heart poundin' so cardiac arrest him (Why?)

Because I'm so in love with ya

Type of woman that'll fart in the tub with ya (Hahaha)

She not on IG, Facebook, the Twitter

You try to hit her, she'll right hook a nigga (That's right)

French kissin' me while we sittin' in traffic (Mwah)

And exhale well with my Angela Bassett

Breathe in, breathe out (Hey)

After sex, I swear the weave out (Hey)

Ayo, Phife, I feel that the vibe is right, we glowin'

Our eyes brighter than neon lights (Okay)

Her feet's the bomb and I shop for shoes

You don't get it, then it's not for you, Diggy (Woo, let's go)

Yo, just dance, just dance (Dance, girl)

Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France (Hit 'em)

Hey, shake that ass, shake that ass

Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France

Yo, just dance, just dance

Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France (Look at 'em)

Hey, shake that ass, shake that ass

Ladies in Montreal, femme de la France (Yes, sir)

Ha, Phife Dawg (Phife Dawg), Illa J (Illa J), Redman (Redman)

Potatohead People on the beat

Rasta Roots

Ali Shaheed on the mix, man

You got this shit knockin', bro (Facts, haha)

We miss you Phife, forever, nigga