T.O.P.

Lay on your right,

The other side,

Now on your front,

We take it to the bottom,

Give you the best,

And I'll be your DJ,

And I won't stop until I hear you say ta-take it to the

T.O.P.

I know we're going to the

T.O.P.

Okay, Labrinth

Handle it, handle it, kill that you can handle it,

Do you really want to tell your DJ to go and spin that that ****,

Cause you had a drink, took it to the club was innocent,

By the end of the night you're having kids and don't know who the daddy is,

It's the beat, beat, know what I mean, mean,

That kind of **** that can turn ladies into the freaks,

Now when my feet go rocking away,

I know the girls got something to say like

I feel the love, baby, I can feel the love,

Baby, don't try to run, baby, don't try to run

Lay on your right,

The other side,

Now on your front,

We take it to the bottom,

Give you the best,

And I'll be your DJ,

And I won't stop until I hear you say ta-take it to the

T.O.P.

I know we're going to the

T.O.P.

No, don't do drugs, ganja bad,

But need another hit from the people up,

And I guess I'm on the floor again,

But that don't stop me thinking that I need myself some more,

Someone on sticky-eeky beats,

And now this b*tch's looking at me, and this is what she say:

I feel the love, baby, I can feel the love,

Baby, don't try to run, baby, don't try to run

Lay on your right,

The other side,

Now on your front,

We take it to the bottom,

Give you the best,

And I'll be your DJ,

And I won't stop until I hear you say ta-take it to the

T.O.P.

I know we're going to the

T.O.P.

T.O.P.

I know we're going to the

T.O.P.

Starting over again...