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Kouda Kumi feat. Clench & Blistah

Romaji by Cori

Romaji

Spangle Color sanrokumaru kaiten Oh
Agemasu ka? Floor Master Coo
Up and Down in the house ya'll
A-Ha beppin mitorenna soko no Wanna Be
Otasuke tedasuke CB MIC Party ESP
On and On yurase yurero All night long
Amai mitsu oborero Muddler
Kakimawasu oku no oku fukaku wakaru ka?!
Hoshiin daro shigeki ga haa
Hard na Body Line mecha Cool De Cha Cha Cha
Yes on You know Its show time uso kore kara
Oh no monotanne afureru hodo say yes

Entrance Key Pass de CB ni makasero
Come ye come ye ah-yeah Put ya hands up!

Its party Time You Gotta Get You Groove On,
Cool In The House, We Know Where Its At.
Let Me Tell You Baby You Got It Going On.
So Move It Like That Rat-A-Ta

Party Time! Choushi dou da? Kumi Koda Like That
Clench & Blistah sandoujuu
Kakero iki na Party Tune
Burst sunzen Speaker
Iku ze minna Put ya hands up!
Hi na Vibes joubi
Champagne ni Girl
Kakomitaberu nyokki
Acchi kochi kakimidashi Jamboree
Yotta kurai ga choudo ii
Microphone Check One Tow
Koku iro koku Yeah katamatta yarou mou unazuku
Mother Fuckin rhyming talk
Floor megane buchikamasu

English

Spangle Color goin’ 360 degrees, oh
Shall I give you Floor Master Coo?
Up and Down in the house ya'll
A-ha, I’m somethin’ else, don’t gape in fascination, ya wannabe
On and on, keep shakin’ it, keep shakin’ all night long
Drown in sweet honey, muddler
I’m gonna shake you up, deeper, right to the very core, got it?
Do you want it sexy, ahh
A hard body line, do a totally cool cha cha cha
Yes on You know Its show time, from now on
Lies aren’t enough, say an overwhelming yes

Entrust yourself to the Citizen’s Band with your entrance key pass
Come ye come ye ah-yeah Put ya hands up!

Its party Time You Gotta Get You Groove On,
Cool In The House, We Know Where Its At.
Let Me Tell You Baby You Got It Going On.
So Move It Like That Rat-A-Ta

Party Time! How is it? Kumi Koda like that
Clench & Blistah are approaching
Play a stylin’ party tune
Speakers close to burstin’

Here we go, all together, put ya hands up!
Permanent hi vibes
Eat some gnocchi, girl
To mop up your champagne
The jamboree is outta control, spreading out all over
We’re exactly as drunk as we should be
Microphone check one tow
Those guys who’ve gotten dark and hard from the dark colours are nodding now
Mother Fuckin rhyming talk
Glasses getting ground into the floor