International Rules (Get Down Chorus Remix) [Radio Mix]

Lyrics

MF Grimm ft. Fatman Scoop - "International Rules (Get Down Chorus Remix)" [Emcee(s): MF Grimm] [Producer(s): Lex Superstar] [Hook/Additional Vocals: Fatman Scoop] [Intro: Fatman Scoop] You know How to get money, ain't nothing to prove Specialty's getting honeys—let me see you make moves. Mind State macadamia, verbal skills smooth Party hottie, everybody get theirs! [Verse 1: MF Grimm] Days of Alizé Nights of Cristal, champagne corks Bust like they're pistols. Feeling good Sit back, wine, dine, watch the diamonds Glitter, gold shine, expensive Games we play, mad shout-outs Coming from the DJ. Some come as Couples and others single. DJ scratch it in Everybody jingle. A lot of players Party, game's tight, but jealous motherfuckers Only come to start fights. You's a bigger nigga Ignore it. They're broke Mad at you for it. Eye on bottle Really wanna pour it, throat dry Player-haters don't know why They could play too if they really tried There's enough for everyone to have a slice of pie. To The bar, more drinks we buy, live The good life 'til the day we die [Hook: Fatman Scoop and (MF Grimm)] Can we rock A party? (Yeah, uh huh, you know that) Accumulate The paper, son (Yeah, uh huh, we do that). Time after Time (Yeah, uh huh, we make hits) International (We rule shit) [Interlude: Fatman Scoop and (MF Grimm)] Yeah, yeah, Monsta Island forever shining (That's right, man. What?). Ayyo, Grimm, tell 'em what you see, baby. Let 'em know, son, let 'em know, son [Verse 2: MF Grimm] My crew's representing jiddy, exotic women Perfume, dress pretty. See the DJ He got the music flowing, party over here Soul Train line going, have no fear Ladies hypnotize with booties on the low Players slide with cuties, dress spandex So you know the ass out. Niggas sweaty Drunk, about to pass out, but fuck that Hear your favorite song, to the floor, stagger back with a Slight diddy bop though, stepping like the mack Bitches roll in packs, eyes on money stacks All dime pieces, none seemed wack Soul come through speakers as sound. Can you Feel it? Yeah, feel the love all around [Hook: Fatman Scoop and (MF Grimm)] Peep it. Can we rock A party? (Yeah, uh huh, you know that) Accumulate The paper, son (Yeah, uh huh, we do that). Time after Time (Yeah, uh huh, we make hits) International (We rule shit). Ayyo, can we rock A party? (Yeah, uh huh, you know that) Accumulate The paper, son (Yeah, uh huh, we do that). Time after Time (Yeah, uh huh, we make hits) International (We rule shit) [Verse 3: MF Grimm] Look You come in here to have fun, don't act up No wins, you're out-gunned a thousand to one Represent Monsta Island, shine like the Sun, parties Rocked straight from start, continue, never done Five families unite, become one Invisible on map, the world we run Accumulate the papers, nonbelievers left stunned What?!? (Stunned, baby) [Hook: Fatman Scoop and (MF Grimm)] Yo, can we rock A party? (Yeah, uh huh, you know that) Accumulate The paper, son (Yeah, uh huh, we do that). Time after Time (Yeah, uh huh, we make hits) International (We rule shit) [Outro: Fatman Scoop and MF Grimm] Fatman Scoop: Yeah, don't forget my man MF Grimm representing Monsta Island, forever styling, ghetto wiling! Whoo! It's Fatman Scoop shining, shining—don't forget soaking-wet. Yeah, Monsta Island, where you at? Never fake. Yeah, lace 'em, forever break 'em MF Grimm: We're running through your hood. Get your drink on, get your groove on, get your moves on