| Ow, shake it!
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| Yeah, oh, you’re lookin' sweet, baby
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| Yes, indeedy
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| Funky (get down)
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| We was on a dance floor shakin' our thing
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| To a funky beat with a go-go swing
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| Everyone was watching, they stared in shock
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| Amazed at how Salt and Pepa was rockin the place
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| With a smile on my face
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| Some got upset and then tried to base
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| They called us nasty, said we danced dirty
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| Claimed we were freaks, cheap, even flirty
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| Pepa got pissed and pulled out a pump
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| I was all set not to jet but to jump
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| Spin broke it up and asked not to break
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| Said, «They don’t understand the way you…»
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| Shake your thang, owww
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| Do what you wanna do
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| I can’t tell you how to catch a groove
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| It’s your thang (It's your thing)
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| Do what you wanna do
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| I won’t tell you who to sock it to
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| Shake that thing, c’mon, y’all, shake it
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| We could get loose, but we can’t get naked
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| It’s not a crime, it’s legal, we answered
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| Look again — see? | 
| We’re just dancin'
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| Relax a bit, now ain’t that better?
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| I think it’s time for you to get a…
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| Partner, doe-see, gather in closely
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| I wanna see the ones that mostly
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| Front on a cutie, hope you’re not fruity
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| Do your duty and…
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| Come on, y’all, shake that thing
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| You got to just show no shame
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| I want you to shake that thing
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| Come on, y’all, show no shame
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| Shake your thang, yeah yeah
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| Oh, you’re lookin' sweet, baby
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| Owww, I won’t tell you how to catch a groove
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| It’s my thing, and I’ll swing it the way that I feel
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| With a little seduction and some sex appeal
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| It’s Friday night, and I just got paid
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| I’m checking out the fella with the high-top fade
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| Moving in closely, ready for the kill
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| Steppin' on a dance floor, think you’re ill
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| But if I guy touch my body I just put him in check
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| I said, «We just met», «We can’t do that yet»
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| I’m not a pick-up (no), this ain’t a stick up (boy)
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| I’m not stuck up (yeah), and turn to kick up
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| And just rock, baby-pop, don’t stop
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| Stick out your butt, and shake what you got
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| Oooo, I like hip-hop mixin' with go-go, baby
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| It’s my thing, and I shake it crazy
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| Don’t try and tell me how to party
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| It’s my dance, yup, and it’s my body
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| The shirt I wear may be low cut
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| My jeans fit nice, it shows off my butt
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| Designer down from head to toe
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| Oooo, my hair, neck, and fingers is crazy-glow
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| Now please stop blushin', we’re just dancing, dummy
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| C’mon, we both know I don’t want you for your money
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| Cuz we like to rap so we always rhyme
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| I like to dance, oooo, and I like to grind
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| I like this song, I like this beat
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| I’ll see you later, where shall we… |