Don't stop, move it right, shake that rust off you tonight

Take a sit sip by my side, getting tipsy and tongue tied

Oh my god, looks so sexy when you bite your lip so hefty

Gonna die of heart attack, might as well call 911

Gonna die of heart attack, might as well call 911

Gonna die of, gonna die of, gonna die of, gonna die of

Gonna keep fresh 'cause the girls uptown always have something to say

Chica, you deserve a crown for the way you move the hips

Keep it going, make the boys fall down upon their knees

Keep it going to the beat that makes us feel so pleased

I know, you gonna dig this

Tell me how it feels to provoke such commotion

Show me how it looks when you lose all notion

Those sitting there they're just flowing with the motion

Moving feet to the music although they show no emotion

Why just don't play?