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She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like a what, what, what
All night long (all night long)
Let me see that thong
I like it when the beat goes da-dam, da-dam
Baby, make your booty go da-dam, da-dam (baby)
Girl, I know you wanna show
That thong-th-th-th-thong

(I like it when your booty-) Shake, shake, shake (hey, what?)
Shake, shake, shake (what?)
Shake your booty
Shake your booty (how?)
Shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake
Shake your booty
Shake your booty

Shorty had them apple-bottom jeans
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shorty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

TJ, can you handle this?
David, can you handle this?
Clay, can you handle this?
I don't think they can handle this (woo)
I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I don't think you're ready for this
'Cause my body's too bootylicious for you, babe
I don't think you're ready for this jelly (for this jelly)
I don't think you're ready for this jelly (my bootay)
I don't think you're ready for this
'Cause my body's too bootylicious for you, babe

I like big butts and I can not lie (no lie)
You other brothers can't deny (I won't)
When a girl walks in with her itty-bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull out tough
Not what matters, you know what does?
Courtship and chivalry
I'll take you to a nice hot meal
And I'll tip the waiter

I went sky-diving
I went rocky mountain climbing
I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu (yeehaw)
And I loved deeper
And I spoke sweeter
And I-

I dug my key into the side (to the side)
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Making my way downtown
Walking fast
Faces pass and I'm homebound

We are never, ever, ever getting back together
We are never, ever, ever getting back together
You go talk to your friends
Talk to my friends
Talk to me (talk to me)
But we are never, ever, ever, ever getting back together

Oh, what's love got to do, got to do with it
What's love, but a second hand emotion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken

This is how we do it
I'm kinda buzzed and it's all because
This is how we do it
South Central does it like nobody does
This is how we do it
To all my neighbors, you got much flavor
This is how we do it

Girls, should know you better watch out
Some guys, some guys are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing

That girl is poison
Never trust a big butt and smile
That girl is poison

Here we go, yo, here we go, yo
So what's, so what's the scenario
Here we go, yo, here we go, yo
So what's, so what's the scenario
Here we go

Insane in the membrane (insane in the brain)
Insane in the membrane (insane in the brain)

I got all I need when I got you and I
'Cause I look around me, and see a sweet life
I'm stuck in the dark but you're my flashlight
You're getting me, getting me through the night


Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC



Written by: Bill Withers, Chauncey Andre Hannibal, Edward Sydney Schwartz, Edward Theodore Riley, Ester Dean, Herby E. Azor, Kenneth Babyface Edmonds, Kenny B. Edmonds, Lynise Walters, Michael Donald Chapman, Mick Jones, Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, Nicholas Barry Chinn, Richard S. Vick III, Sandy Julien Wilhelm, Teddy Riley, Thomas F. Kelly, Tor Erik Hermansen, William Stewart, William E. Steinberg

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