What a Night (Mixed) - Giorgio Moroder

There's a new place for you to go Everybody's here that you wanna know This place is hot and about to blow Music is live and the lights are low They may be queuing at the door But we got room for more, more, more Pump up the volume, turn out the light Everybody's gonna dance tonight Tell all the neighbors, put up a sign Everybody's having fun tonight What a night, what a night Everybody's gonna dance tonight What a night, what a night Wowowow, what a night Not many houses on the block Ours is the one that really rocks Every night it's a wild affair Come on through the door, let down your hair Oh yeah The place is jumping, don't be square If you come single, you'll leave in pairs Pump up the volume, turn out the light Everybody's gonna dance tonight Tell all the neighbors, put up a sign Everybody's having fun tonight What a night, what a night Everybody's gonna dance tonight What a night, what a night Wowowow, what a night Wowowow, what a night What a night, what a night Pump up, pump up Wowowow, what a night Huhuhuh What a night, what a night What a night, what a night What a night, what a night What a night, what a night Wowowow, what a night They may be queuing at the door But we got room for more, more, more Pump up the volume, turn out the light Everybody's gonna dance tonight Tell all the neighbors, put up a sign Everybody's having fun tonight What a night, what a night Everybody's gonna dance tonight What a night, what a night Wowowow, what a night

Oh, what a night (yeah) Oh, what a night Feel like I'm 22, you know I'm 305 Tatted on my body, I got everybody in the job Somebody hit the lights, camera let me improvise Can I get a (hey) hallelujah? More mula, more peace for my medulla The whole crew up, yeah, Louis, Prada, Don Dada Top floor, come take a ride up with the broda I came up from the bottom, you have no idea You can't swipe through my stories (no more) Write my name in history Oh, what a night, yeah, sing it Almost had me down, came back to life Hell, yeah, I'm finna ride Who's gonna stop me now? Oh, what a night, yeah, sing it I can't even lie, what a time to be alive Drinks in the sky, that's the ride Oh, what a night Suicide, doors fly, open eyes Re-emerge from the side like a god I'm talking real guap 23, 45, with the rock I'm a lot, I am not what they think I like it dirty, I be filthy with the rickashay She threw it at me, I hit it right down the greater way Feel like somebody put a blue pill in my lemonade I think that's how I ended up in the bed with this pain in my head You know I came up from the bottom, you have no idea You can't swipe through my stories (no sir) Write my name in history (let's go) Oh, what a night, yeah, sing it Almost had me down, came back to life Hell, yeah, I'm finna ride Who's gonna stop me now? Oh, what a night, yeah (hallelujah) I can't even lie, what a time to be alive Drinks in the sky, that's the ride Oh, what a night, yeah, sing it Almost had me down, came back to life Hell, yeah, I'm finna ride Who's gonna stop me now? Oh, what a night, yeah (hallelujah) I can't even lie, what a time to be alive Drinks in the sky, that's the ride Oh, what a night

It's funny how the Earth rotates, man you never know what's Going to happen, ya know mean? All I said was "Aiight, I got this chiki bang bang dang da dang" Then it all got it started for me, man Yo, man I'm just getting back from the tour, man What it be like, man? Yo, bust it, turn me up Somebody told me if you can make in New York City, man, you can Make it anywhere else, man Somehow I believe that shhhh (Chorus) Oh, what a night Late December, 1993 (what happened?) Who thought he would rule the industry? What an MC on the mic Yo, I ain't always have whips, I ain't always have yachts I ain't always have chips, I ain't always have rocks Matta fact I was a grimey little negro Who said if music didn't work, I'd sell diesel What cha'll thought, I wasn't raised in the projects? First of the month waitin for that PA check Lived on the first floor Were so poor that if you rung the buzzer the roaches would answer the door (who is it?) I went from boy to man in one night When I saw my life flash like light from poltergeist What made it worse, I couldn't speak English But from his facial expressions, he wanted my Adidas So hurry up and come out and play I'll be damned if I leave bare-footed in this hallway And I got big plans, so beg your pardon Cause next year this time I'ma sell out the Garden (Chorus) Yo, yo, I ain't gonna brag and boast and say I did it all But I'm the only rapper to play Carnegie Hall The first rap group, video cost a million First rapper to ever rep for the Haitians And sa fa say, na boolay Grammy night, we took 3 away 22 million sold, I can't believe this There's still ain't a rapper alive who could achieve this But I ain't satisfied, when back to my home contemplating How could I become the next Quincy Jones? That's when Jerry hit me up on the horn and said "Clef, your on the cover of The cover of The Source by The Rolling Stones" No more struggling, good life we loving it You could live it too, if you only publish it So here we go, so what's the scenario? I own so many cars that I'm renting 'em for videos (Chorus)