Redman, Phife Dawg, Illa J - French Kiss Trois lyrics

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
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, ha-ha)
We miss you Phife, forever, nigga