Let's get it started (Ha)
Let's get it started in here
Let's get it started (Ha)
Let's get it started in here
Let's get it started (Ha)
Let's get it started in here
And the bass keeps runnin', runnin'
And runnin', runnin'
And runnin', runnin'
And runnin', runnin'
I say don't you know
You say you don't know
I say
Take me out
I say you don't show
Don't move, time is slow
I say
Take me out
Beverly Hills, that's where I wanna be (Gimme, gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills, rolling like a celebrity (Gimme, gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills
And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand
And we'll all float on okay
And we'll all float on all right
Already we'll all float on
Now don't you worry, we'll all float on all right
Feel good
Feel good
Feel good
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha?
Don't cha?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Don't cha?
Don't cha, don't cha, don't cha?
Somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
Well, I got potential
A-rushin' and rushin' around
Hey
Hey
Hey
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick a lollipop
Go ahead, girl, don't you stop
Keep going till you hit the spot (Whoa)
(We'll take you to the candy shop) Yeah
(Where one taste of what we got) Uh-huh
(Will have you spending all you got) Come on
(Keep going till you hit the spot, whoa)
When the pimp's in the crib, ma
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
When the pigs try to get at you
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
Come, Mr. DJ, song pon de replay
(Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?)
All the gal pon the dance floor wantin' some more what
(Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?)
Hey, Mister
Please, Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up
She take my money (She take my money)
When I'm in need (When I'm in need)
Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed (Friend indeed)
Oh she's a gold digger way over town (Way over town)
(That digs on me)
Hey, hey
Now, I ain't sayin' she's a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit' no broke broke
Now, I ain't sayin' she's a gold digger
But she ain't messin wit' no broke broke
Get down, girl, go ahead, get down (I gotta leave)
Get down, girl, go ahead, get down (I gotta leave)
Get down, girl, go ahead, get down (I gotta leave)
Get down, girl, go ahead
But I ain't sayin' she's a
Gold gold digger (Gold gold)
Gold gold digger (Gold gold)
Gold gold digger (Gold gold)
Hey
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