Check 1, check 1 (Oh Yeah baby... it's Emerald Sun)
Check 2, check 2 (And I came to get this party started)
Check 1, check 1 (And if you a tin men, u better get some greaaaasssse)
Rolled up on the street, with the boys in the back
And the girls on our laps like, freaks
I gotta good friend, I want you to meet
I like to call it The Beast
Hop on, this ain't a pop song
This is hip hop, bring it back, hot song
I don't rap, I just happen to speak mind
When I talk, words fall on the beat line
You havin' a real, sweet time
Throw your hands in the air with a peace sign
Girls wanna be felt from behind
I'm telling myself to be kind
Cause when it all falls down, you can drink 12 rounds, until the bell sounds
I stayed up! While the rest fell down, Now
I walk around like I own this... town
These tin men can't even dance to the beat Yeah -Aaayyee
They need some grease to loosen up their feet
I need a man that can move... like a freak
You look like someone for me, Boy
Boy, don't you know the way you movin' is sick
I can tell that you must be the shit!
Hey, hey, hey, heyyy