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When I walk, I'm walkin' straight up with emotion When you see my hips shake, baby, look for cover You try to put me in a box but I'm the only one I'm a fire cracker, boy, don't tell your mother...

There's a change I'd like to see I'm so fed up of apathy Of giving up Of "what the f**k" I've got the style I've got the luck. Im not here to crush the earth There's good and bad Laughter...

When I like what I see Something inside of me Tells me that I gotta be Hittin on it I'm hittin on it When it looks pretty hot I don't give it a second thought Because I know that I otta be Hittin on...

When I like what I see Something inside of me Tells me that I gotta be Hittin on it I'm hittin on it When it looks pretty hot I don't give it a second thought Because I know that I otta be Hittin on...

C'mon now Rock it till you drop it Mmmm Rock it till you drop it You know what I'm sayin When your walkin walkin, your body's talkin to me...but your mouth ain't makin a sound. When I'm stalkin...

There's an English beat on Sesame street And there's a little boy dancing with dancing feet I know you know, that he knows and I know There's E Left pumping on the ghetto blaster Young girls chatting...

Come on I've been walking, I've been running To the place where the traffic goes I've been trying, I've been flying Down the highway of highs and lows And no one knows where their heart lies And I...

Where are my rock stars? Where are my pop stars? Where are my gangsters? Where are my hipsters? We are the rockstars We are the pop stars We are the gangsters We are the hipsters Woah, Woah, Woah...

I was ridin' my bike on 43rd street Past the station and There's one person without a seat Got my sunnies 'cause the sun just Keeps on lookin' right through me Ain't nobody gonna stop me Baby can't...