Ooh oh, ooh oh Hip-Hop in the summer (What? What? What?) Don't be a bummer, babe (What? What? Yeah?) Be my undercover lover, babe, hmm (What? What? What? What? What? What? Yeah, what? What? What?) High tops in the summer (summer, what? What? What?) Don't

Don't act like you know me, like you know me, na na yeah Ooh, na na yeah I am not your homie, not your, hoo, na na yeah You don't know me, fuck yeah See your iPhone camera flashin' Please step back, it's my style you're crampin' "You here for long?" Oh

I'm on some other shit Ayy, ooh, ayy Ayy, ooh, ayy (gang) Ooh, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm on some other shit (gang) Keep the lights on when I fuck a bitch Fuck on top of the covers shit Ayy, I'ma have to fuck on my other bitch

Mad sounds in your ears, they make you get up and dance They make you get up Yeah they make you get up Ooh la la la, ooh la la la Ooh la la la ooh Mad sounds in your ears, they make you feel alright They bring you back to life Love buckles under the

You know me, yeah you know me, you got telepathy I know you and you know me, we got telepathy You know how to read my mind You hold me tight Boy you keep me safe from harm Ooh, you take me in your arms I got you, and you got me Yeah I got you, and you

Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh Wastin' time Sittin' in the mornin' sun I'll be sittin' when the evenin' comes Watching the ships roll in Then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay I

I shot the sheriff But I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no! Oh! But I didn't shoot no deputy, ooh, ooh, oo-ooh.) Yeah! All around in my home town, They're tryin' to track me down; They say they want to bring me in guilty For the killing of a deputy, For the

'Cause baby when I'm finished with ya You won't wanna go outside Ooh baby, when I'm done with you, why You ain't saying nothing Yeah, you ain't saying nothing La la la la Baby go outside

Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some Gotta getcha some Oooh gotta getcha some (yeah) Well boy meets girl and it's a good bet Girls gonna play a little hard to get But they both got the same thing on their mind Ain't that the way that the world goes

Ooh sang it, he ain't got no money I made her mine Yeah, I took what's yours Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night I changed your life, now you gone rock Stay on my P's and my Q's, yeah Stay on my Q's and my P's I made her