Rock my world little country girl Drag me out on the floor Dance with me 'till I can't dance anymore One-step, two-step, get in a line I gotta find a way to make you mine She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood And two big speakers blasting

Hangin' around (ooh) Hangin' around Make me sweat, sweat Breaking out a fever, I get cranky So hot, hot Damn hot, shakes and I get shake, shake How you spin, hit the door Get myself on down the road I picked my clothes up off the floor

Ayy, ayy, I need 20 for a verse, I need 40 for a show I got bitches gettin' naked, throwin' money on the floor Big Patek bust down, pussy hatin' 'cause he broke I ain't never played the bitch, I'm in the game and that's for sure Claustrophobic, dropped

(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 something in the water (Something

Pound the alarm! Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor You know we getting hotter, and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down Music, makes me, high Yo, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own

Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'till you get sore Smack that, oh-oooh Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me

Just to get up next to you Girl you're the one I want to want me And if you want me, girl you got me There's nothing I, no I wouldn't do (I wouldn't do) Gets me so high, so high It's too hard to sleep I got the sheets on the floor, nothing on me

Then get down Reach for the sky Then go ahead and kiss the ground This is a robbery now get down on the floor We’re here for all the shit that you don’t need no more (yeah) Get ‘em get ‘em up We want your cash open the safe get off the phone

Get high, hit the floor before you go. Matador, estocada, you’re my blood sport. Forty-eight thousand seats bleats and roars for my memories of you, Something good, oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now. But something good

Walking through the front door, Seeing your black dress hit the floor, Uh honey there sure ain't nothing like you loving me All night long, Tuxedo waiters, black tie, White table clothes and red wine, We've been planning, this night, Looking forward to