Testo della canzone Nod Ya Head (The Remix) (Will Smith), tratta dall'album Will Smith: Greatest Hits

Nod Ya Head (The Remix) - Will Smith

We come to make it hot for ya, roof!

When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just lettin' loose up in here, go crazy
The way we bouncin' and shakin', I know you feelin' me
So get up out ya seats, come on and nod ya head with me
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just lettin' loose up in here, go crazy
The way we bouncin' and shakin', I know you feelin' me
So get up out ya seats, come on and nod ya head with me

I am the man in black, I'm back
Breakin' the back of the random attackers
So can the flack
Yo, I'm dangerous, I've been trained to bust
When the strangerous tries to endanger us
Praise me y'all, don't nothin' phase me y'all
When they see me, they gaze be all crazy y'all
They say I'm a myth, trust me if somebody rips
Out of the depths of your imagination
Appears Will Smith
Black suits, the black shades, black shoes
Black tie with the black attitude
New style, black Ray-Bans, I'm stunnin' man
New hotness, pitch black, six-hundred man
Don't you understand
What you thought, I wouldn't come again
Leave you hangin' without bringin' you the fun again
Tanglin' with the alien scum again
Mind your manners or the black suits runnin' in

Nod ya head!

When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just lettin' loose up in here, go crazy
The way we bouncin' and shakin', I know you feelin' me
So get up out ya seats, come on and nod ya head with me
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just lettin' loose up in here, go crazy
The way we bouncin' and shakin', I know you feelin' me
So get up out ya seats, come on and nod ya head with me

Yo check it!

It's this chick, right, Serlena, makin' me sick right
Earth is worthless to her, she be trippin' like
Threatenin' me and my mens, tryin' to get the light
Thinkin' she be superwoman, or black kryptonite
Finishin' whatever you start, son
The best lookin' crime fighter since myself in part one
Better act right, play nice, and sing along
Cause K's back, and he hype, what, bring it on
We come to make it hot for ya, roof
Come to throw down the block for ya, roof
Come to crack the street for ya, roof
Blast the windows out ya Jeep for ya, roof
We don't wanna hear a peep baby, roof
Gotsta recognize the heat baby, roof
It's the M.I.B. baby,
Got somethin' for all eyes to see, baby

Nod ya head!

When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just lettin' loose up in here, go crazy
(Let me see ya nod ya head)
The way we bouncin' and shakin', I know you feelin' me
So get up out ya seats, come on and nod ya head with me
(Nod ya head)
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just lettin' loose up in here, go crazy
(Let me see ya nod ya head)
The way we bouncin' and shakin', I know you feelin' me
So get up out ya seats, come on and nod ya head with me

Check it, check it, yo
Case closed, erase my foes
Chased away by the black suit, shades, and clothes
We above the law, Feds can't touch me y'all
Highly-ranked, black blank I.D. cards
So disregard what you think you saw
Put that phone down now, who you think you callin', huh
One little flash then, goodnight dear
Just open your eyes honey, look right here
Thank you, mission completed, I mean it
We won't be defeated
You seen it, we did it, even with weapons depleated
Galaxy defenders, don't act like you don't remember
Takin' contenders, and provin' they only pretenders
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
The Men In Black is back to protect the world
When the enemy is near, the elite is here
So have no fear
Just let me see ya nod ya head

When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let loose up in here, go crazy
The way we bouncin' and shakin', I know you feelin' me
So get up out ya seats, come on and nod ya head with me
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let loose up in here, go crazy
The way we bouncin' and shakin', I know you feelin' me
So get up out ya seats, come on and nod ya head with me

We come to make it hot for ya, roof
Come to throw down the block for ya, roof
Come to crack the street for ya, roof
Blast the windows out the Jeep for ya, roof
We don't wanna hear a peep baby, roof
Gotsta recognize the heat baby, roof
It's the M.I.B., baby
Got somethin' for all eyes to see, baby



Credits
Writer(s): Bennett Lennie De Juan, Smith Willard C, Feemster Theron Otis, Bennett Lance Nathan, Bennett Lemar Errol, Martin Anthony V
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