Fiche technique.
Compositeur : Richard Gibbs.
Label : Walt Disney Records.
Sortie : 12 juin 2012.
Film : Let it shine.
Achat.
Tonight’s the night.
Interprétée par Brandon Mychal Smith, Tyler James Williams et Algee Smith.
The party’s gone wild.
Tonight’s the night.
This club is on fire.
Put up your lights.
Put up your lights.
It’s about to go down.
It’s about to go down.
Put your hands in the air.
It’s about to go down.
Yeah, they call you the Bling but your jewels look spoiled.
Your platinum chains look like aluminum foil.
Hat’s too small cos’ your head’s too big.
Hair under your arms like a real big wig.
Stop, quit Bling retire.
Your breath so bad that your face needs a shower.
Marathon wash two or three hours.
The roof of your mouth your mouth is on fire.
It’s about to go down.
It’s about to go down.
Put your hands in the air.
It’s about to go down.
They call you the boss but you have no wealth.
No employees you should fire yourself.
And your pants so tight that you can barely move.
Your a bum that says I’ll rap for food.
You’re an actor dude with an attitude.
I’m the street’s theme song you’re an interlude.
Gonna put you on a plate watch you get chewed.
They should call you a ghost the way you get booed.
The party’s gone wild.
Tonight’s the night.
This club is on fire.
Put up your lights.
Put up your lights.
It’s about to go down.
It’s about to go down.
Put your hands in the air.
It’s about to go down.
Anything you can do.
I can do better.
Bring it when you want to.
I’m ready whenever.
Show me what you got, got.
I’ll show you what I got, got.
Will you rise or fall ?
The winner takes all.
Lights up, lights up. Lights up, lights up.
Lights up, lights up. Lights up, lights up.
I know I’m ready and able.
But I’m stuck here, busin’ all these tables.
I can show I got what it takes.
But I already used my fifteen minute break.
I’m, working for minimum wage.
When I should be up on the stage.
Locked up in the cage.
I need to turn the page.
Cos’ the other guy’s are fake.
I could leave the crowd amazed.
The party’s gone wild.
Tonight’s the night.
This club is on fire.
Put up your lights.
Put up your lights.
It’s about to go down.
It’s about to go down.
Put your hands in the air.
It’s about to go down.
The party’s gone wild.
Tonight’s the night.
This club is on fire.
Put up your lights.
Put up your lights.
It’s about to go down.
It’s about to go down.
Put your hands in the air.
It’s about to go down.
I’m Bling like my watch so let’s get it tockin’.
Your clothes full of holes like your granny’s ripped stockings.
Your style is old not a good look.
Watch the boss get burnt like the food she cooks.
Bling, I think you need a shower.
I hear you scream but your odor’s much louder.
No, that’s the sound of victory.
Now do your day job and get my car for me.
The party’s gone wild.
Tonight’s the night.
This club is on fire.
Put up your lights.
Put up your lights.
It’s about to go down.
It’s about to go down.
Put your hands in the air.
It’s about to go down.
