You didn't think we could flip it on yo ass, huh? Something for the dance floor It's going down like this forever
Now what you hear is not a drag Cause Mr. DJ Quik got a brand new bag But first I gotta bang bang To the rhythm of the ghettoey streets You trying to give me some Eight Ball With Crystal and O.J., yeah Just a little something bubbly and tingly To have me walking around naked
Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down Come on let's get down, let's get down
Yeah, now we don't need a club My front door's open so homey's can bust it out And ladies if you're coming leave your children at the nursery So you can get slow on the anniversary So don't be looking stupid when I unfasten your bra You know you want to mack this Because I come stronger than the IRS Whenever you done got delinquent on your taxes
The one they call alcohol got me acting y'all I hump two first before I hump two more And now I'm throwing up my guts out the car door Over consumption you know how it is y'all Got your homey beggin' for some Pepto Bismol But when my stomach's right I'll be back tonight To get that lady I was grinding on the wall
Now that I feel a little better than I felt a little while ago, yeah I'm going back to the same spot Where I met you on the floor
Now table one, that's my folks And table two, that's my folks And everybody knows my name Now table three that's B. Grund And table four that's G-One Cause it's all a game you know
Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down Come on let's get down, let's get down, let's get down
I gotta get my groove on (keep movin' and groovin', movin' and groovin') I gotta get my groove on (keep shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass) I gotta get my groove on (keep movin' and groovin', movin' and groovin') I gotta get get my groove on (keep shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass)