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