This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video has noombas who are stuck in their think tank.
And any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
No arraignment is needed, I'ma cuff her
I'ma undercover, dance floor lover
Dance floor lover, dance floor lover
Dance floor lover, dance floor
Dance floor lover
Yeah, I'm going like an all pro
She my love, Esther Dean, love the way she drop it low
Look out below, she could cause an earthquake
Lactose intolerant, but I like her milkshake
Club buzzing like a phone, don't vibrate
Plenty thick girls and they know how to shake weight
Go let them hate, you're the one I choose
I'm tuned into you like the 10 o'clock news
Hold me, I can tell you hold me
You wanna be my dance floor lover
Hold me, let me rock it on
Rock it on, rock it on

One night dance, you only get one chance
To get the touch of me, to get to feel me
How do you want it?
I wanna dance the last dance, down to summer
I think a rainstorm's coming, feel the thunder
Down under, bouncing like a kangaroo
The way she work them heels, you think she wearing tennis shoes
Trying to check the floor, but I don't know how to do it
Can you tell me whether the young fella
Can stand under your umbrella?
I don't make it rain, I'm trying to stack it up
I sprung a leak when I saw the way you back it up
Back it up, back it up
I sprung a leak the way you back, back, back it up
Pop that, bring it back, rubber band
If I be it, stitch it hot
I'ma make it rain, I'm trying to stack it up
I'm a big fan of no hands, but I can't keep my hands off
You running through my mind, I hope that you don't get lost
No, no, no
Baby, you wanna be my baby, your lover
Oh, baby, let me rock it on, rock it on, rock it on, rock it on
One night dance, you only get one chance
To get the touch of me, to get to feel me
How do you want it?
How do you want it?