Polkarama!

Let's get it started! (Ha!)

Let's get it started! (In here!)

Let's get it started! (Ha!)

Let's get it started! (In here!)

Let's get it started! (Ha!)

Let's get it started! (In here!)

And the bass keeps runnin', runnin'

And runnin', runnin'

And runnin', runnin',

And runnin', runnin',

I say, don't you know

You say, you don't know

I say...

Take me out!

I say, you don't show

Don't move, time is slow

I say... (gunshot)

Take me out!

Beverly Hills, that's where I wanna be!

(Gimme! Gimme!)

Living in Beverly Hills

Beverly Hills, rollin' like a celebrity

(Gimme! Gimme!)

Living in Beverly Hills

And birds go flying at the speed of sound

To show you how it all began

Birds came flying from the underground

If you could see it, then you'd understand

And we'll all float on, okay

And we'll all float on

All right already, we'll all float on

Now don't you worry, we'll all float on

All right!

Feel good!

Feel good!

Feel good!

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?

Don't cha?

Don't cha?

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?

Don't cha?

Don't cha?

Don't cha, don't cha, don't cha?

Somebody told me

You had a boyfriend

Who looked like a girlfriend

That I had in February of last year

It's not confidential

Well, I got potential

A rushin' and rushin' around

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

I'll take you to the candy shop

I'll let you lick a lollipop

Go 'head, girl, don't you stop

Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot

Whoa!

(We'll take you to the candy shop) Yeah!

(For one taste o' what we got) Uh-huh!

(We'll have you spending all you got) Come on!

(Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot) Whoa!

When the pimp's in the crib, ma

Drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot

When the pimp's gonna get at you

Drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot

Come, Mr. DJ, song pon de replay

(Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?)

All the gal pon the dance floor, wantin' some more, what

(Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?)

Hey, mister

Please, Mr. DJ

Tell me if you hear me

Turn the music up!

She take my money

(She take my money)

When I'm in need

(When I'm in need)

Yes, she's a triflin' friend indeed (friend indeed)

Well, she's a gold digger

Way over town (way over town)

That digs on me

Hey! Hey!

Now, I ain't sayin' she's a gold digger

But she ain't messin' with no broke, broke

Now, I ain't sayin' she's a gold digger

But she ain't messin' with no broke, broke

Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave)

Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave)

Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave)

Get down, girl, go 'head!

But I

Ain't

Sayin' she's a

Gold, gold digger

Gold, gold digger

Gold, gold digger

Hey!