Jennifer Lopez & Pitbull
On The Floor
Jennifer Lopez visits exclusive dance clubs in every major city around the world in the red-blooded “On The Floor.”
A humid synth opens the single, setting a tropical tone. In the intro, Lopez has seen a a decade of people come through the various clubs. As she enters the club with a friend of hers, people of all ages say hello to her. Pitbull interjects with his expected “J-Lo!, “Mr. Worldwide” and producer shout-outs. (“J-LO!/It's a new generation (Mr. Worldwide)/Of party people/Now, get on the floor/Dale, get on the floor (Red One)/Let me introduce you to my party people/In the club.”)
Pitbull is up for anything. He likes to mess with people. He’ll say just the most off the wall stuff to make people laugh. A night owl, he stays up all night at the clubs and takes naps throughout the days. Most people shake their heads when he tells them he doesn’t need much sleep. It’s not a lie. He can get three hours and be good for the rest of the day. He’ll be straightforward. But right now, he’s ready to dance and party. (“I'm loose/And everybody knows I get off the train/Baby it's the truth/I'm like Inception I play with your brain/So I don't sleep I snooze/I don't play no games so don't get it confused no/’Cause you will lose yeah/Now pump it up/And back it up like a Tonka truck/Dale!”)
She invites everyone onto the dancefloor: She calls out the hardcore people first: the regulars and self-taught dancers from music videos. They are the ones who will start the games and aren’t shy being the only ones on the floor dancing. She sees people watching as one guy breakdances, spinning around on his head. Once the bar closes, she has rush to the airport to catch a flight. Tomorrow is another city. (“If you go hard you gotta get on the floor/If you're a party freak then step on the floor/If you're an animal then tear up the floor/Break a sweat on the floor/Yeah we work on the floor/Don't stop keep it moving/Put your drinks up/Pick your body up and drop it on the floor/Let the rhythm change your world on the floor/You know we're running sh*t tonight on the floor/Brazil Morocco/London to Ibiza/Straight to LA, New York/Vegas to Africa (Dale!”)
In the chorus, tonight the lights shine for them. In this moment, they will be known and talked about. (“Dance the night away/Live your life ,and stay young on the floor/Dance the night away/Grab somebody drink a little more/La la la /Tonight we gon' be it on the floor/La la la/ Tonight we gon' be it on the floor.”)
More people are joining in. The cheers are getting louder. Even in the background, the dealers are looking up from their drinks. One of them tells his friends he’ll be back. He gets to the center on the dancefloor, showing off his moves. With a tissue, she wipes some sweat dripping from her forehead and on her arms. Her voice is hoarse and her body aches. But she has no intention of sitting down. The night has just getting started. There’s still a few more hours before sunrise. (“I know you got it clap your hands on the floor/And keep on rockin', rock it up on the floor/If you're a criminal kill it on the floor/Steal it quick on the floor, on the floor/Don't stop keep it moving/Put your drinks up/It’s getting ill it's getting sick on the floor/We never quit, we never rest on the floor/If I ain't wrong we'll probably die on the floor/Brazil Morocco/London to Ibiza/Straight to LA, New York/Vegas to Africa (Dale!”)
The chorus is sung again.
In the bridge, Lopez is savoring every minute. The roar of the club, shouting with the DJ as the excitement vibrates the room, shaking the walls. (“Freak it off kick it up/Raise the roof wreck the dancehall/Rip these walls light it up/Make some noise oh.”)
Pitbull is jumping up in the air to the music, his drink in his hand. In his drunken state, he’s about to take someone on if they interrupt him, telling him to stop. He doesn’t care if he looks dumb. He’s having fun. They can ask him all the personal questions they want. They want to know how he became self-confident and try to see if they can copy it. (“That badonka donk is like a trunk full of bass on an old school Chevy/All I need is some vodka and some coke/And watch, get donkey konged, if you're ready for things to get heavy/I get on the floor and act a fool if you let me/Don't believe me just vet me/My name ain't Keith but I see why you sweat me/L.A. Miami New York/Say no more get on the floor.”)
In the final section, she “la la’s” alternating it with “tonight, we’re gon’ be it on the floor” four times to close th e single.
Lopez’s brazen vocals give out air kisses, wine glass held at the right angle as not to spill on her couture dress. A bit of control freak, she spent a lot of money to have fun tonight. A dead club is unacceptable to her.
Pitbull gets to her relax and forget about what’s going on the behind the bar. Who cares if the bartender accidently put two cherries in the amaretto sour. It’s double the fun! Their chemistry is apparent on the single (even though they’ve become the one true pairing that finally gets together and now none of the storylines are interesting).
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