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INTERPRÉTATION
Stooshe
Interprète
Alexandra Buggs
Voix principales
Courtney Rumbold
Voix principales
Darren Lewis
Basse
Iyiola Babalola
Batterie
Jo Perry
Chœurs
Pete Bigins
Batterie
Karis Anderson
Voix principales
Nik Carter
Saxophone
Steven Fuller
Trombone
Jack Birchwood
Trompette
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Courtney Rumbold
Paroles/Composition
Darren Lewis
Paroles/Composition
Diana Barrand
Paroles/Composition
Iyiola Babalola
Paroles/Composition
Jo Perry
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jo Perry
Production vocale
Chris Galland
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Delbert Bowers
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Chris Gehringer at Sterling Sound, NYC
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Manny Marroquin @ Larrabee Studios (Universal City, CA)
Ingénierie de mixage
Future Cut
Production
Paroles
Step left, step right, pull your knees tight,
Do the butterfly, to the side, to the side,
Now slide yeah, that's right yeah,
Then we're gonna bring it back to the old school vibe.
Come come with the rhythm, come with the bass
Turn to a hottie and go whine up your waist
Whine up your waist, whine up your waist,
Whine up, whine up, whine up your waist
Yeah you got me
Put on my face and pump my stereo
You can't stop, stop, stop me (nah)
A melody fillin' up my radio
Now i'm thinkin' oooooohh whaaaat do i fancy?
Hip-hop, electro.
I could be out dub-step raving, skanking' all night,
I still love classical
Yeeaahhh,
We walk that talk with stooshe lines,
Flicks my switches all the time
Got me spinnin' like an old school '45
He's my A-list ev'ry night
Then he'll make you, shake you, break the mould
Right down to my neo soul yeah,
Music is my baby
He's gonna play me
Step left, step right, pull your knees tight,
Do the butterfly, to the side, to the side,
Now slide yeah, that's right yeah
Now we're gonna bring it back to the old school vibe
Come come with the riddem, come with the bass
Turn to a hottie and go whine up your waist
Whine up your waist, whine up your waist,
Whine up, whine up, whine up your waist
Yeah he's so cool, I'm on a ride with every step he's taking
Make me brand new
I fall in love again again again
And every hits is ooooooooo what is that funk or blues or rock and roll
Baby got it so mixed in create a new ting, Its all so magical
Yeah he moves my booty to the max
Goes to my head like a bottle of Jacks
At his bestest, yes he's on repeats
I don't care he's on repeats
Because he spun me round yeah roundabouts
And came down to my country house
I said, music you're my baby
Come here and play me
Step left, step right, pull your knees tight,
Do the butterfly, to the side, to the side,
Now slide yeah, that's right yeah
Now we're gonna bring it back to the old school vibe
Come come with the riddem, come with the bass
Turn to a hottie and go whine up your waist
Whine up your waist, whine up your waist,
Whine up, whine up, whine up your waist
I say we give you a liccle trouble, yeah we give you a liccle taste,
Stooshe 'pon da ditty, make you whine up your waist
My man make me move, my man make me do
All the tings that ya man can't do
Give you a little trouble, give you a little taste
Stooshe 'pon that ditty make you whine up your waist
Mamma make me move, my mom make me do,
All the tings that a man can't do,
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
Break it down...
Writer(s): Jo Perry, Darren Lewis, Alexandra Buggs, Diana Barrand, Iyiola Babalola, Courtney Rumbold
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