Young Thug – Love Me Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
This for all the bitches that, know what I’m sayin
Know what stand down mean, know what I’m sayin’?
Billboard Hitmakers
Uh, yeahh
Thugger!

[Hook]
I want you to do the best you can when you love me
I want you to do the best you can when you fuck me
I want you to do the best you can when you love me
I just want to do the best, just want to do the best
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
Feel like a champion, swear to god
You’re all I need, you’re all I need

[Verse 1]
Mercedes Benz
On my tag team yeah, I just wanna win
Oh yeah, and I dont care nothin’ bout your past in the streets
Drop it low for the boss, she like my stroke on the boss
She said know that them bars and I drop the soap when I’m with her
Yeah I’m power strokin’ ‘gainst the wall ,I asked her “sup” she said “nothing”
I had to ask a couple bars ,and they all told me she ain’t fraud, aye
You a real one yeah, you a real one baby
I perform with a quote, I turn my skills on baby
Oh woah woah, you got your heels on baby
Imma [?] but first Imma ask if she ready
Balling no chemo, I just wanna see you
I just wanna lead you, bank account filled with zeros
I wanna be your hero, I wanna be your number one negro
Yeah, we know

[Hook]
I want you to do the best you can when you love me
I want you to do the best you can when you fuck me
I want you to do the best you can when you love me
I just want to do the best, just want to do the best
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
Feel like a champion, swear to god
You’re all I need, you’re all I need

[Verse 2]
Cut your bitch like a saw, I don’t wanna eat it in the dark
That [?] spray got me lost, these bitches treat me like I’m god
I would tell you ’bout them boys, but you should already know
You got these bitches ready to brawl, you fuckin’ up the whole [?]
Got you ballin’ no chemo, buy your bitch a bag on the D-lo
I was stumblin’ past, I done seen those and
I want dreads like I’m [?]
Imma send a cab to your crib, oh
Imma big ol’ gangster, call em Nino
Hit it from the back, yeah she know
And they all bad, all pink toes
You in the cab, tell them speed up
Teach you how to [?] with yo’ feet up
Got me in the mountains when I’m G’d up
Jumpin off a rock with my speedos
I [?] the check about your ego
I got no time for your ego
When I’m in your town, Imma hit it up
Then beat it up

[Hook]
I want you to do the best you can when you love me
I want you to do the best you can when you leave me
I want you to do the best you can when you need me
I just want to do the best, just want to do the best
Me and you get the world yeah, yeah
Me and you will get the whole wild world
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
You’re all I need, you’re all I need oh yeah

Quinn XCII – Tourist lyrics

[Verse 1]
There’s a house over the hill that somebody died in
There’s a pool down in the backyard I would love to lie in
It’s the first time that I’m in the Hills, I kind of like it
So I hope you don’t leave me alone
You got celebs on your left and right working the night shift
Can’t tell if they lying to my face, they come off righteous
No way I could match the old days to what half this night is
So I pray you don’t leave me alone

[Chorus]
Pain dripping on my leather seats with windows down
‘Cause it hurts for me to know, hurts for me to know
Veins ripping, oh, don’t let them see how I changed the sound
Yeah, it hurts for me to know
I’m not a tourist no more, no more

[Verse 2]
Mercedes Benz on these narrow streets I’m tryna ride in
Drug dealers in their mansions that they love to hide in
Dog days, but melancholy nights, we start to like this
So I hope that you leave me alone

[Chorus]
Pain dripping on my leather seats with windows down
‘Cause it hurts for me to know, hurts for me to know
Veins ripping, oh, don’t let them see how I changed the sound
Yeah, it hurts for me to know
I’m not a tourist no more, no more
I’m not a tourist no more, no more, no

[Bridge]
10 years have gone by and I’m burning up, I’m burning up
Remind me now, why did I run out here?
Rumors on the side that I’m earning some, but not enough
Money and love from you is true

[Chorus]
Pain dripping on my leather seats as windows down
‘Cause it hurts for me to know, hurts for me to know
Veins ripping, oh, don’t let them see how I changed the sound
Yeah, it hurts for me to know
I’m not a tourist no more, no more
I’m not a tourist no more, no more
I’m not a tourist, no

Freddie Gibbs – 20 Karat Jesus (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

Part 1

[Intro]
Yeah, kane
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
My ambitions as a rider, nigga
Survival off that powder, nigga
Currently smoking that kill in the hills
Where you can’t find a nigga
Crack cocaine, microwave
Dealer was on that type of nigga
No sleep, bags under my eyes is designer, nigga
Blinded and misguided, nigga
Heavenly father take the wheel
I’m on the interstate with some Guerrillas
With shit can get me like 200 years
Thug in the pen, I need forgiveness
I’m living like a every decision a sin
I know my niggas don’t want me to win
Jealousy, chopping off all of my friends

[Bridge]
I ride with that white-white
Just like Fight Night we be weighin’ in
P.D is my pieces, 20 karats, Jesus say amen
Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian
Spent my last 200 thou’ on a bird and a Mercedes Benz
My dog used to pull up in a ’99 GS300
Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
First these hoes ain’t want it, now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment

[Verse 2]
I-I-I be kickin’ shit like Solange in the elevator
The goal when you try to kick that dope
Stuck on the respirator
Got symptoms of withdrawal from the fall when I used to ball
I show you how in one summer one nigga could lose it all
Like why we gotta feel this pain in our friends and family though
My cellie like to walk around in his sleep I rather stay woke
I must evoke, these are the results of the realest shit that I wrote
These hoes get in the wind, burn that ass quick like Galaxy Notes

[Bridge]
Thats why I ride with that white-white
Just like Fight Night we be weighin’ in
P.D is my pieces, 20 karats, Jesus say amen
Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian
Split my last two hundered thou’ on a bird and Mercedes Benz
My dog used to pull up in a ’99 GS-300
Fresh up off the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
First these hoes ain’t want it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment

[Verse 3]
I-I-I be kickin shit just like Rodman did the camera man
I peel 100 dope like the poppy seed in Afghanistan
I been to drop by nuts but these cabbage hands do damage nigga
Rips from the clip leave you stiff, mannequin challenge nigga
Me and my chips with dip boy ain’t no play play ’bout that Frito-Lay
Tried to give me ten I beat the case so it’s gon’ be okay
Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
Mama say I live next door to the death ’cause I live in the moment

[Outro]
Don’t live in the moment
Don’t live in the moment
I’ll be there in the morning
Nigga I’m living in the moment
I’ll be there in the morning
I’ll be there in the morning
I’ll be there in the morning

Part 2

[Intro]
Yah
Kane baby
I drank holy water

[Verse 1]
Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit
Scar across my face, strap on my shoulder on some Tony shit
Taught myself the streets, you know my pop ain’t never taught me shit
‘Cept "Fuck a friend you gon’ be solo in your coffin bitch"
Walkin’ home from work my .44 pulled up what I’m walking with
Old folks out the church say "He need Jesus that boy off a bit"
Preacher’s daughter said "I’ll let you fuck it just might cost a bit"
Type a shit a nigga been through make you dog a bitch
Lost a bitch a bitch, married these streets, she prenup you can’t divorce her
Lying from my cell electrical tape on my tape recorder, sucker shit
Don’t blow your money, young nigga pay your lawyer
Niggas is wrapped in electrical tape
They walking tape recorders, yeah

[Break]
Yeah, bitch your first motherfucing mixtape was a snitch tape
You ain’t think I knew that shit though I know though

[Verse 2]
Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit
Drove on 65, brought 65 I sold the whole shit
Popo searched my cutlass on the road I got my own shit
Boy you know the rules they pick you up don’t call my phone bitch
Boy you know the rules that shit don’t jump unless you sold it down
S.W.A.T Team break, they cut the water off, can’t flush the toilet down
454 my motor down
Got green, got dough, got yola now
They playin’ they suffer exposure now
This rapper shit just for the posers now
The losers now, all these bitch niggas got videos up with their toolies out
Everybody flashing real money, niggas card credit, getting visa money
I don’t knock it I just do the dope and blow it
I gotta get it so I gotta see the money
Y’all remember peacing out 28th to get the blunt liquor and a piece of money young nigga

[Outro]
Young Nigga
Stay smooth, stay solid nigga
These niggas put your name on anything but a prayer
Amen
Glory be to God, what’s happening pimps?
It is I, the alpha and omega, the original righteous player
You know what I’m talking about?
It’s your boy Jesus man
Yes my nigga Jesus is your homeboy
Say it again so I can uh reiterate it man
Your minds not ready and your heart’s not open
You know what I’m saying?
That’s what’s wrong with you man
You doing all that coveting
You trying to, you wan’t what other niggas got
You not even just paying attention to your gift nigga
God gave you a gift nigga
Pay attention to what he got for you
You, other niggas over here
Yah he could sell dope real good, that’s not your lane my nigga
God gave you hands, you a chef my nigga
Chef up that boysenberry crème brûlée man

YG – Pop It, Shake It Lyrics

[Verse 1: YG]
This is not just another dance sooooong
This that, “Baby did you leave ya man home?”
Kuz I’m tryna party like I’m grown
I’m tryna get the lap dance with my eyes closed, yeah
You my type, my type and I’m starving
I think you fit my appetite
Kan you live up to the hype?
I be cautious, I klean you up with the Wet Wipes
She a stripper, but she bad tho
Got back on her feet
She was doing bad though
Made it out the struggle
I respect her hustle, yeah
Fuck it, put her in a mansion, yeah
Fuck it, make sure the Rollie matching, yeah
If you an independent woman, yeah
Mercedes Benz, Celine bag
You ain’t ever gotta tell her
And she know she bad

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

[Verse 2: YG]
Dammmn, yeah she moving kinda fast though (fast though)
Tryna keep up, but I don’t wanna crash though (crash though)
Baby got back though
She the type you sneak out the back door
Show me what you working with, drop it down, do a split
Damn girl, you bad as shit
She a vegan, but she still thick
I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga, westside
G bitch, big spender, big tipper
Grab the ones, bring the liquor
Lemme rap to ya in the basement, Big Tigger
And Jay got B and I’m YG, pop that on me
Jay got B and I’m YG, girl pop that pussy on me

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

[Bridge: DJ Mustard]
All my independent ladies, go’n shake something, go ‘head
Shake something ’til ya break something, oh yeah
Twerk something, baby, twerk something, go head
Shake something, baby, shake something
All my independent ladies, go’n shake something, go ‘head
Shake something ’til ya break something, oh yeah
Twerk something, baby, twerk something
Twerk, twerk something, lemme know you worth something

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

Young Dolph – Whole Lot

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

Young Dolph – Whole Lot (Gelato Album)

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

Young Dolph – Whole Lot Lyrics

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

P!nk – Get The Party Started

I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
Get this party started on a Saturday night
Everybody’s waitin’ for me to arrive
Sendin’ out the message to all of my friends
We’ll be lookin’ flashy in my Mercedes Benz
I got lotsa style, got my gold diamond rings
I can go for miles if you know what I mean
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
Pumpin up the volume, breakin down’ to the beat
Cruisin’ through the west side
We’ll be checkin’ the scene
Boulevard is freakin’ as I’m comin’ up fast
I’ll be burnin’ rubber, you’ll be kissin’ my ass
Pull up to the bumper, get out of the car
License plate says Stunner number one Superstar
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
Get this party started
Makin’ my connection as I enter the room
Everybody’s chillin’ as I set up the groove
Pumpin’ up the volume with this brand new beat
Everybody’s dancin’ and their dancin’ for me
I’m your operator, you can call anytime
I’ll be your connection to the party line
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
Get this party started
Get this party started right now
Get this party started
Get this party started
Get this party started right now

The Killers – Hotel California

On a dark desert highway,
cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas,
rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance,
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell

Then she lit up a candle
and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
Any time of year
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted,
she got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys,
that she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard,
sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember,
some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
Please bring me my wine
He said, ‘we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They’re livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
What a nice surprise
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ‘we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
‘Relax,’ said the night man
We are programmed to receive
You can checkout any time you like
But you can never leave

The Killers – Hotel California Lyrics

On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell

Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
Any time of year
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted
She got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain
Please bring me my wine
He said, ‘we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They’re livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
What a nice surprise
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ‘we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
‘Relax,’ said the night man
We are programmed to receive
You can checkout any time you like
But you can never leave

P!nk – Get The Party Started lyrics

[Intro]
I’m comin’ up,
So you better get this party started.
I’m comin’ up,
So you better get this party started.

[Verse 1]
Get this party started on a Saturday night,
Everybody’s waitin’ for me to arrive.
Sendin’ out the message to all of my friends,
We’ll be lookin’ flashy in my Mercedes Benz.
I got lotsa style, check my gold diamond rings,
I can go for miles, if you know what I mean

[Chorus]
I’m comin’ up,
So you better get this party started.
(I’m comin’ up, I’m comin’)
I’m comin’ up,
So you better get this party started.

[Verse 2]
Pumpin’ up the volume, breakin’ down to the beat,
Cruisin’ through the west side, we’ll be checkin’ the scene.
Boulevard is freakin’ as I’m comin’ up fast,
I’ll be burnin’ rubber, you’ll be kissing my ass.
Pull up to the bumper, get out of the car
License plate says, stunner one number Superstar.

I[Chorus]
I’m comin’ up,
So you better get this party started.
(I’m comin’ up, I’m comin’)
I’m comin’ up,
So you better get this party started.
Get this party started.

[Verse 3]
Makin’ my connection as I enter the room,
Everybody’s chillin’ as I set up the groove.
Pumpin’ up the volume with this brand new beat,
Everybody’s dancin’ and they’re dancin’ for me.
I’m your operator, you can call anytime,
I’ll be your connection to the party line.

[Chorus]
I’m comin’ up,
So you better get this party started.
(I’m comin’ up, I’m comin’)
I’m comin’ up,
So you better get this party started.
Get this party started.

[Outro]
Get this party started
Get this party started
Get this part started right now
Get this party started
Get this party started
Get this party started right now