Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Greg Phillinganes
Greg Phillinganes
Synthesizer
Rod Temperton
Rod Temperton
Electric Piano
Alex Weir
Alex Weir
Background Vocals
Augie Johnson
Augie Johnson
Background Vocals
Gary Grant
Gary Grant
Trumpet
George Johnson
George Johnson
Electric Guitar
Jerry Hey
Jerry Hey
Trumpet
Jim Gilstrap
Jim Gilstrap
Background Vocals
John "J.R." Robinson
John "J.R." Robinson
Drums
Josie James
Josie James
Background Vocals
Kim Hutchcroft
Kim Hutchcroft
Saxophone
Larry Williams
Larry Williams
Saxophone
Louis Johnson
Louis Johnson
Bass Guitar
Merry Clayton
Merry Clayton
Background Vocals
Quincy Jones
Quincy Jones
Background Vocals
SCHERRIE PAYNE
SCHERRIE PAYNE
Background Vocals
Steve Porcaro
Steve Porcaro
Synthesizer Programming
Susaye Greene
Susaye Greene
Background Vocals
Valerie Johnson
Valerie Johnson
Background Vocals
William Frank Reichenbach Jr.
William Frank Reichenbach Jr.
Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rod Temperton
Rod Temperton
Songwriter
George Johnson
George Johnson
Songwriter
Louis Johnson
Louis Johnson
Songwriter
Valerie Johnson
Valerie Johnson
Songwriter
Jerry Hey
Jerry Hey
Horn Arranger
Johnny Mandel
Johnny Mandel
Keyboard Arranger
Quincy Jones
Quincy Jones
Vocal Arranger
The Brothers Johnson
The Brothers Johnson
Percussion Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quincy Jones
Quincy Jones
Producer
Bruce Swedien
Bruce Swedien
Mixing Engineer
Ralph Osborn
Ralph Osborn
Assistant Recording Engineer
Randy Pipes
Randy Pipes
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Van Nest
John Van Nest
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tim Gerrity
Tim Gerrity
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Steppin' out the weekends open wide Fill it up, let's blast the jams and die While we're cruisin' around in the street Listen up for the party Slap me five that's the place we've arrived, it's alive Ev'rybody take it to the top We're gonna stomp all night in the neighborhood Don't it feel alright Gonna stomp all night Wanna party till the morning light Runnin', runnin', runnin' The set is hot, there's people wall to wall Old gones, young things short ones standing tall So grab the one with the smile on her face And hit the floor and stay right on the case The heat is on and the funk just won't leave us alone Ev'rybody take it to the top We're gonna stomp all night in the neighborhood Don't it feel all right Gonna stomp all night Wanna party till the morning light Gonna stomp all night in the neighborhood Don't it feel all right Gonna stomp all night Wanna party till the morning light Stomp! Stomp, step down in it Put your foot where you feel the fit Stomp, you don't want to quit Put your heels where you're feeling it Gonna stomp all night in the neighborhood Don't it feel all right Gonna stomp all night Wanna party till the morning light Stomp! Gonna stomp all night in the neighborhood Don't it feel all right Gonna stomp all night Wanna party till the morning light Stomp! Gonna stomp all night in the neighborhood Don't it feel all right Gonna stomp all night Wanna party till the morning light Stomp! Stomp, step down in it Put your foot where you feel the fit Stomp, you don't want to quit Put your heels where you're feeling it Stomp, step down in it Put your foot where you feel the fit Stomp, you don't want to quit Put your heels where you're feeling it Stomp, step down in it Put your foot where you feel the fit Stomp, you don't want to quit Put your heels where you're feeling it Stomp, step down in it
Writer(s): Tarik Collins, Levar Ryan Coppin, Gregory Spearman, Deleno Sean Matthews Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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