I want dem all Gimme dem all Jump up up up and move your body di di So shake that girl and dance, talk to me Gimmie the gyal, dem money all for work it Gimmie the gyal, dem money all for twerk it All of the girls in the air, dey my women Shake that girl

Scour the house, flip the wig, Shake the tree, Your whereabouts are known Until your whereabouts are known to me Your whereabouts are known to me You with the jaundiced eyes, Drunk on your own reflection Propped up with desks and flags, Eight chairs

All I need is love One day I'm up, the next I'm down One day you're here, the next you're gone And I'm just a little bit I'm just a little bit lonely And I'm gonna pull through To shake off the blues I need your sweet, sweet love To get me on my feet

Shorty hitting me up Says she wanna re-up Knows I got the best in town 'Cause when she get the shivers She knows that I deliver I'm the one who holds her down She's about to break Break, break, break, break And I won't let her wait

(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

Oh my God, I changed You can't say nothin', you can't say nothin' You end up everywhere you say you wasn't Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that's your cousin? I don't do handshakes, that shit disgusts me Oh my God, they still on the same I changed, I

Twist and shout Come on, come on, come, come on baby now Come on and work it on out Well shake it, shake it, shake it, baby now Well, shake it up baby now You know you twist, little girl You know you twist so fine Come on and twist a little closer now

Ayy you, girl, with the tight up skirt Get that ass in the bed, I'ma lock the door Shake that ass like boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka (boom, boom) We don't need nobody watching us (yikes!) No eyes but your eyes Ain't nobody here but you and me Licking

Bottoms up, bottoms up (up) Aye, what's in ya cup Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough Throw ya hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Throw yo hands up

Girl you're tearin' that dance floor up Let me see you do it in the bed of my truck You sure know how to shake it alright Let me see you do it in the Tennessee moonlight Woah, baby lets go down a little road nobody else knows Just me and you park on the