Scream & Shout (Hit-Boy Remix)

Scream & Shout (Hit-Boy Remix) - will.i.am

Written by：William Adams/Jef Martens/Jean Baptiste/William Adams

Is like sh*t is coming down from the motherf**ker haven's

Is a new motherf**king day

Get down and lay down

Are you turn the f**k up

Are you f**k sparkless?

I wanna see flame toes in this motherf**ker

This is Will.I.am joint

Hit Boy, Britney, Waka, Weezy

And they call me Diddy, b**ch

We won no get

We're doby, yeah

If you act like gray stone

Give you drink

Tell'em to run his back

Put your hands up in the air

Got the car from Will.I.am

Now is Hit Boy

You know Hit Boy

You turn up

(Bring the action!)

When you hear this in the club

You're gonna turn turn it up

(turn up b**ch)

You're gonna turn turn it up

(turn up b**ch)

You're gonna turn turn it up

(turn up b**ch)

When we up in the club

All eyes on us

(turn up b**ch)

All eyes on us

(turn up)

All eyes on us

See the boys in the club

They're watching us

They're watching us

(You watching us)

They're watching us

Everybody in the club

All eyes on us

All eyes on us

(You watching us)

All eyes on us

I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out

And scream and shout, and let it out

We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh

We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh

I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out

And scream and shout, and let it out

We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh

You are now, now rocking with

Will.I.am and Birtney, b**ch

It's rock and roll, roll

Whole world know my sh*t everywhere I go

Whole world bang this song 'cause it's cold

Ah, sh*t, I think that girl ready to go off

But she want a photo

(yeah)

So I took a photo

(clap!)

Yeah, I took a picture with an I'm photo social

Yeah, you got a cold chick, but I got a colder

She don't really know sh*t, so I gotta show her

Hide your paper, yeah I'm stackin' paper

Money to the ceiling, now I need a skyscraper

You are now, now rockin' with

Will.I.Am and Britney, b**ch

Wack Flocka Flame, Lil' Wayne, Hit Boy, Diddy, b**ch

When you hear this in the club

Just put your hands up

Just put your hands up

Just put your hands up

When we up in the club?

Motherf**kers I said put your hands up

Turn the f**k up, right mothef**kers!

And now

Oh, it's time to party

Oh, it's time to party

Smokin', drinkin', no passin' out

YOLO, I'mma shout it out

We party hard, we yell it out

Disrespect me, knock him out

Crack a smile, Pacquiao

F**k the VIP, I'm in the crowd

Me and Britney, we actin' wild

It's Waka Flame, you know my style

This little chain like 40 thou

All eyes on me, look out

Pop a beam, that's the old me

Molly's here, we don't fight fair

My buzz big, like Lightyear

Get a grip, shorty, you can't stand here

Friends, fans and family here

Outfit real, live with no fear

Turn the club into a mosh pit

Spend 20 bands, do a back flip

Girl, drop it low, shake that

My wrists rocky like ASAP

This a G mix and I laced that

When you hear this in the club

You're gonna turn turn it up

(Turn up b**ch)

You're gonna turn turn it up

(Turn up b**ch)

You're gonna turn turn it up

(Turn up b**ch)

When we up in the club

All eyes on us

All eyes on us

All eyes on us

I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out

And scream and shout, and let it out

We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh

You are now, now rocking with

Will.I.am and Birtney, b**ch

Hi! I'm Tunechi

I give the girls my room key

Money can't buy you love,

So I don't pay for no p**sy

I don't pay these haters no mind

Don't f**kin' call me cheap

I grab life by the horns,

And that b**ch went "beep-beep"

I swear right now I feel like 'Pac

'Cause all eyes on me

And I don't mean to throw no Sour D's,

Lookin' small fries to me

And my b**ch bad like Britney,

But I wish I had Britney

She remind me of my jeep,

But I got a bad memory

And I'm feelin' good, I'm lookin' good,

I'm smokin' good, I'm sippin'

These hoes think they classy?

Well that's the class I'm skippin'

Got a party in my bedroom,

That's a party she ain't missin'

I brought her by Will.i.am,

But she kept callin' him Will.i.am

Only God can judge me, case closed

I've got my hoes at Drake shows

I got this sh*t on lock,

No escapin' those and I'll make that b**ch

Scream, and shout, and let it all out

I'll put it in her backyard like a f**kin' doghouse - Tunechi!

Scream and shout, and let it all out

And scream and shout, and let it out

We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh

We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh

I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out

And scream and shout, and let it out

We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh

You are now, now rocking with

Will.I.am and Birtney, b**ch

Let's go

This is the remix

This is a super black man remix

This is the remix

This is a super black man remix

This is a super black man remix Yeah!

And they call me Diddy, b**ch

Yeah! Scream and shout, and turn'em all out! Yeah!