Ah, dirrty (dirrty)
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Filthy (filthy)
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Nasty (Oh) Christina you nasty (yeah)
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Too dirrty to clean my act up (uh huh)
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If you ain't dirrty, you ain't here to party (Woo)
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Ladies (Move), Gentlemen (Move)
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Somebody ring the alarm, a fire in the room
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Ring the alarm... and I'm throwin' elbows
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Ring the alarm... and I'm throwin' elbows
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Ring the alarm... and I'm throwin' elbows
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Ring the alarm... and I'm throwin' elbows
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(Ha Ha)
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Uh-Let me loose
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Oooh, I'm over due, gimme some room, comin' through
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Paid my dues, I'm in the mood, me and my girls come to shake the room
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DJ's spinnin', show your hands
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Let's get dirrty, that's my jam
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I need that, uh to get me off, sweatin' until my CLOTHES come off
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It's explosive, speakers are thumpin'
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Still jumpin', six in the mornin'
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Table dancin', glasses are crashin'
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No question time for some action
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Temperatures up (can you feel it), 'bout to erupt
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Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise
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Chorus:
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Gonna get rowdy, gonna get a little unruly
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Get it fired up in a hurry
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Wanna get dirrty, it's about time that I came to start the
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Party, sweat drippin' over my body
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Dancin, gettin' just a little naughty
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Wanna get dirrty, it's about time for my arrival
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Ah, heat is up, ladies, fellas drop your cups
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Bodies packed, front to back, move your ass, I like that
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Tight hip huggers, low for show
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Shake a little somethin' on the floor
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I need that, uh to get me off, sweatin' till my clothes come off
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Let's get open, cause a commotion
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Still goin' eight in the mornin'
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There's no stoppin' we keep it poppin'
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Hard rockin', everyone's talkin'
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Give all you got (give it to me), just hit the spot
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Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise
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Chorus
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Here it comes it's the one you've been wait'n on
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Get up get it rough, yup that's what's up
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Givin' just what you love to the maximum
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Uh oh, here we go
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What to do when the music starts to drop
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And that's when we take it to the parking lot
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And I bet you somebody's gonna call the cops
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Uh oh, here we go
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Yo, hot dang, Doc and Jam like a summer show
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I keep my car looking like a crash dummy drove
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My gear look like the bank got my moneyfroze
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For dead presidents I pimp like Huddy roll
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Doc the one that excite ya divas (ow! )
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If the media shine, I'm shining with both of the sleeves up
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Yo Christina (what?), better hop in here
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My block live and in color, like Rodman hair (yeah)
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The club is packed, the bar is filled
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I'm waiting for sister to act, like Lauryn Hill
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Frankly, it's a rap, no bargain deals
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I drive a four wheel ride with foreign wheels
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Throw it up
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Baby it's Brick City, you heard of that?
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We blessed, and hung low, like Bernie Mac (Bernie Mac?)
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Dogs, let'em out, women, let 'em in
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It's like I'm ODB, the way I'm freakin'
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Chorus x3
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Uh, what?
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Special Secret
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| No Doubt |
