Let's go, let's go, come on baby keep on doing what you're doing Now let me see that booty work, booty work, booty boo boo booty work Booty work, booty work, boo boo boo boo booty work Go ahead, (left cheek, right side, double cheek, do it) Left cheek,

Well, my left hand's free Well, your left hand's free Pick a petal eenie meenie miney moe And, flower, you're the chosen one And your right's in a grip With another left hand Watch his right hand slip Towards his gun, oh, no Hey, shady baby, I'm hot like

Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle Now come on baby Yeah yeah yeah to the Harlem shuffle Yeah yeah yeah shake a tail feather baby You move it to the left, yeah You go for yourself You move it to the right Yeah if it takes all night Now take it kinda

Cha-cha now y'all Take it back now y'all One hop this time Right foot let's stomp Slide to the left Left foot let's stomp Reverse Reverse Clap your hands everybody To the left Two hops this time

Baby girl hold your breath We about to get so wet I'm about to dive in Swimming in your body, let me dive in You know ain't no running 'round this pool Going under just for you Baby you, watch me stroke Left stroke, right stroke Back stroke, girl there

At night she's screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" A little bit psycho Oh, she's sweet but a psycho Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though Grab a cop gun kinda crazy She's poison but tasty Yeah, people say, "Run, don't walk away"

This is my fight song Take back my life song Prove I'm alright song My power's turned on I'll play my fight song And I don't really care if nobody else believes 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me Like a small boat On the ocean

All are gone, all but one No contest, nowhere to run No more left, only one This is it, this is the countdown to extinction Endangered species, caged in fright Shot in cold blood, no chance to fight The stage is set, now pay the price And ego boost,

You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones You speakin' to Miss Wilson now Who's that knockin' on that door You better get away from that door I don't know nobody named Jones You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew Sam Jones left his lawful wife,

A bunch low lives living the high life Money burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans I can still remember when Grandpa died and our ship came in Daddy said he left momma and him more money than we'd ever seen And just like that we were