I like it when you flip that bump that roll that Shake that drop that rope that make it go clap clap "I hope y'all got y'all playa's card cause y'all ain't getting in unless ya do Its Kell's y'all still got the world surrounded for the non-believers"

The sound of my heart The beat goes on and on and on and on and You make me feel good Come on to me, come on to me now Boom boom boom clap You're picture perfect blue Sunbathing on the moon Stars shining as your bones illuminate

Shorty she like to pop ass high Popped her way up to first class high She clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, she drop it low Then she clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, down to the floor Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet With your electric body, we found

Don't you know we're riding with the king? Get on a TWA to the promised land. I dreamed I had a good job and I got well paid. I blew it all at the penny arcade. A hundred dollars on a Kewpie doll. No pretty chick is gonna make me crawl. Every woman,

Good evening Constantinople The best audience in the world we've bin told We really hope the dope'll Make you clap At all that crap That you've bin sold.

I make Rock 'n' Roll records I sell 'em for a dime I make my living and, feed my children All in your good time The Blues they go for a quarter Is guaranteed to satisfy It's a real, funky deal Don't let it pass you by If your evening sun don't shine, my

Some like this and some like that And some don't know where it's at If you don't get loose, If you don't groove Well, your motor won't make it And your motor won't move Easy come, easy go Any way the wind blows If time don't tell you then don't ask me

Lay awake at night, Oh so low, just so troubled. Can't get a job, Laid off and I'm having double trouble. Hey hey, to make you've got to try. Baby, that's no lie. Some of this generation is millionaires, I can't even keep decent clothes to wear.

You're the best I ever had I left down in New Orleans Magnolia, you sweet thing You're driving me mad Got to get back to you, babe I'll soon be there Whippoorwill's singing Soft summer breeze Makes me think of my baby

Clap for her, clap for her Saying hey-ey-ey I love the way she make Baby girl, keep doing you, how you do, I love the way you move Girl, they don't make like you no more 'Cause they don't make like you no more hey-ey They don't make em like you Here's a