(Throw ya hands up, let's ride) (To the city of the scene) (Put it on the one, get your body on the dance floor) (Shake it Westside) Six million ways to mob, choose one (Some-some-something about the West Coast) It's somethin' in the water (Something

Nah nah nah I haven't seen you in ages Sometimes I find myself wondering where you are For me you'll always be eighteen And beautiful and dancing away with my heart I finally asked you to dance on the last slow song Beneath that moon that was really a

I cannot love on no skeezer That is a dub, I don't need her I hit her once, then I leave her Blow up my phone for no reason I cheated on you with a dancer Okay, I surrender, my hands up At least I admit it, I man up I do not have all the answers And I

Go ahead and pick up all the cash Get a plastic bag You danced all night, girl, you deserve it Maybe one day, maybe one day This a good night to dance on me Oh yeah, oh yeah Go ahead and pick up all this cash If anybody know

Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin' some more Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay Turn it up some more! Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up! Everybody get

Doin' it all nite, all summer I live my day as if it was the last Live my day as if there was no past Doin' it the way I wanna Yeah I’mma dance my heart out ’til the dawn But I won’t be done when morning comes Gonna spend it like no other Now I've found

Dance to the music Keep on dancin' to the music Keep on dancin' for the thing If them Joneses hey, us alone Then them Stoner-bag get it on And that's why, girl, me and you Get along, girl, easy to Keep on dancin' don't you hear I sing Take the floor

I keep telling myself I'm not the desperate type Sitting out dances on the wall Trying to forget everything that isn't you I'm not going home alone 'Cause I don't do too well on my own But you've got me looking in through blinds I'm sleeping my way out

In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like a stir fry (whip it) Woo, woo, woo, woo Keep watchin' me whip up, still be real and famous In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like a stir fry (wroof) Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof) Trap nigga with the chickens

The way you, the way you, the way you look tonight Baby, I'm a renegade Baby, you're a firestorm Move your body close to mine We can dance into the dawn I can see we're getting late And I could lose a year of sleep Shoot me straight into my heart We