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Starfloor, Vol. 2
Disc 1
01. What a Feeling (Flashdance)
02. Woz Not Woz
03. Make Me Feel
04. Four to the Floor
05. The Weekend
06. High Again (High on Emotion)
07. The World Is Mine
08. Drop the Pressure
09. Lady’s Night
10. I Want You
11. Feel the Vibe
12. Rocker
13. SOS
14. Strings of Life
15. Saxo Revenge
16. Dancin’
17. Do You Want More
18. B*tch
19. Thanks DM (Personal Jesus)
20. The Rhythm
21. Heavenly
22. Je suis music (Armand van Helden mix)
Disc 2
01. Elle me contrôle (remix by E‐Rise)
02. Get the Party Started
03. Enamorame
04. Locked Up
05. Sunshine
06. Tamale
07. Sientelo
08. My Place
09. Belly Dance
10. Break My Stride
11. Leili
12. Mamma mia
13. Born to Be Alive
14. Go Down
15. You Won’t Forget About Me
16. Somebody Told Me (King Unique remix)
17. Right About Now
18. What U Got, What U Do
19. Your Body
20. Je t’appelle
21. Do You Know (I Go Crazy)
22. Flight 643
Ketch this ketch dah one yah pon yu musical disk just ketch this
She's ah she's ah she's ah she's ah
She's a tamale drunk on Courvoisier
She want to party after the party
She want to private dance with somebody
Cause her body gotta a mind of its own..own..oh..oh..oh..own.
Nah nah nah nah na na nanna nana na... (Repeat)
Just the way how she move her body
You can tell that she's a tamale
Hips moving like a Ferrari
You can tell that she's a tamale
As soon as she walked through the door aha aha
And back her thing up on the floor aha aha
Its getting hot it's a bout to blow
Tell the firetruck to bring the hose
Showing off her belly skin
Looking sexy with naval ring
She don't care who's hating
She ain't faking she's just doing her thing own...own..oh oh oh own (repeat)
Nah nah nah nah na na nanna nana na... (Repeat)
Just the way how she move her body
You can tell that she's a tamale
Hips moving like a Ferrari
You can tell that she's a tamale
She's got man gazing
Cause she's so hot...shes blazin'
It is so crazy
But this girl amaze me
She's such a lady
Skin like a new born baby
Scent like a garden daisy ..
Pum pum fat like the lips of missy?. own..oh oh oh own
Pum pum fat like the lips of missy?. own..oh oh oh own
Nah nah nah nah na na nanna nana na...
Just the way how she move her body
You can tell that she's a tamale
Hips moving like a Ferrari
You can tell that she's a tamale
She's a tamale drunk on courvoisier
She want to party after the party
She want to private dance with somebody
Cause her body gotta a mind of its own..own..oh oh oh own.