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Don't Stop (Funkin' 4 Jamaica)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mariah Carey
Mariah Carey
Background Vocals
DJ Clue
DJ Clue
Background Vocals
Jimmy Jam
Jimmy Jam
Performer
Duro
Duro
Musician
Ernesto Shaw, Jr.
Ernesto Shaw, Jr.
Performer
Thomas Brown
Thomas Brown
Performer
Terry Lewis
Terry Lewis
Performer
Michael Tyler
Michael Tyler
Performer
Thomissina Smith
Thomissina Smith
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mariah Carey
Mariah Carey
Songwriter
Duro
Duro
Songwriter
Ernesto Shaw, Jr.
Ernesto Shaw, Jr.
Songwriter
Thomas Brown
Thomas Brown
Songwriter
Michael Tyler
Michael Tyler
Songwriter
Thomissina Smith
Thomissina Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mariah Carey
Mariah Carey
Executive Producer
DJ Clue
DJ Clue
Producer
Jimmy Jam
Jimmy Jam
Executive Producer
Duro
Duro
Producer
Terry Lewis
Terry Lewis
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Whoo, whoo, ugh, hey (hey), do the thing Sss, uh-oh, uh-oh, watch yourself Whoo, hey, get on the floor (whoo!) Move your feet It ain't nothing you can do with the man Except for shake your ass and clap your hands Uh, bob your head and move your feet I ain't the type of rapper just to ride the beat I set the track on fire, I take the roof, the house And knock the air out your tires It's the funk in here Let Mystikal move, you and Mariah sing Don't stop, baby It's ecstasy (watch yourself) Turn me up a little higher, baby, light my fire Tell me every little thing you wanna do (do the thing) Baby, I'm into you (get on the floor) Don't stop, baby (shake your ass) It's ecstasy (oh, shake the whole building) Turn me up a little higher (sing it), baby, light my fire Tell me every little thing you want to do I just want to love you (uh, bob your head and move your feet) Heads up, look out, it's 'bout to go down And what they didn't know about me then, I bet they know now I'm 'bout to prove my fame So just get out the way and let me do the thing It's on tonight I'm known to be more vulgar than the garbage truck Sucker, you can't stop the train You ain't got no umbrella, so get your ass out the rain You ain't louder than this (louder than this) I'm like a bowl of gumbo, you ain't hotter than this I'm what they play in the club I keep them moving 'til I leave, that's what they're paying me for You already know what I do So have my money and my munchies and my cigar too I'm known for bringing the heat (heat) Ain't nobody cutting up but MC and MT Don't stop, baby (shake your ass) It's ecstasy (watch yourself) Turn me up a little higher, baby, light my fire Tell me every little thing you wanna do (do the thing) Baby, I'm into you (uh-oh, uh-oh, get on the floor) Don't stop, baby (move your feet) It's ecstasy (uh, shake the whole building) Turn me up a little higher, baby, light my fire Tell me every little thing you want to do I just want to love you (li-li-li-li-li-li-ling) Go ahead and, and party Mix that with that dark, but don't waste that on my Jordans Keep laughing 'til your mouth tired Go ahead and light something up, but take that cigarette outside Get on the floor (floor) It's another number one debut for sure Now say it ain't real And if I ain't a fool, why you can't keep still sing? I'm feeling And I gotta get in the beat (fo sho') Jamaican funk, that's what it was (feel) Oh, let it get into you (watch yourself) Don't stop, baby (clap your hands) It's ecstasy (get on the floor) Turn me up a little higher, baby, light my fire Tell me every little thing you wanna do (whoa) Baby, I'm into you (it's on tonight, it's on tonight) Don't stop, baby (shake your ass) It's ecstasy (watch yourself) Turn me up a little higher, baby, light my fire Tell me every little thing you wanna do (do the thing, do the thing) I just want to love you (get on the floor)
Writer(s): Ernesto David Jr. Shaw, Mariah Carey, Michael L. Tyler, Thomas Fredrich Browne, Kenneth Ifill, Thomassina Carrollyne Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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