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!
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!