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Albums:

Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley (Lloyd Banks) · Bentley Rhythm Ace (Bentley Rhythm Ace) · Bentley Rhythm Ace (Bentley Rhythm Ace) · Dierks Bentley (Dierks Bentley) · Beamer, Benz, or Bentley (DJ Cover This) · Dierks Bentley (Dierks Bentley) · Baby Baby Baby (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Baby Baby Baby (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Baby, Baby, Baby (Mindy Carson) · Hillbilly Boogie: Crazy Bout the Boogie (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


You know it rocks about this time every night
Let's go have us a ball

We'll do the thirteen step boogie
Come boogie with me
The thirteen step
and at no extra expense
Comes this remote control unit.
Oh yeah! I'm programmable! 
One heck of a doll, baby baba.
Bootzilla here! 
Made by the makers
Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less
You a hot boy, a rock boy
A fun toy, tote a glock boy
Where you live, is it by yourself
Can I move
boogie boogie (go ahead baby)
Boogie boogie boogie

[Chorus:]
Get down hit the flo [x4]
Dile ponme la hay que te la voy a partir [x4]

Shake it
boogie boogie (go ahead baby)
Boogie boogie boogie

[Chorus]
Get down hit the floor 

[Repeat: x4]
Dile ponme la hay que te la voy a partir

Shake
to the boogie,
Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie,
Let's rock, you don't stop,
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock
Well so far you've heard my
mouth
You should hear how they talk about me

Man 50 f***ed up, I mean real f***ed up
He left us in the hood, we f***ed up
I can't believe this n****
settle for less
You a hot boy, a rock boy
A fun toy, tote a glock boy
Where you live  is it by yourself
Can I move wit' you  do you need some help
I'll
I said a hip hop
Hippie to the hippie
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it out
Bubba to the bang bang boogie, boobie to the boogie
One night in Louisiana
Down by Highway 84
You would hear a strange dog calling
Outside his mama's door
The baby was a killer
The cousin was
mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it out, Baby Bubba!

Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang da
mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it out, Baby Bubba!

Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang da
I said a hip hop
Hippie to the hippie
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it out
Bubba to the bang bang boogie, boobie to the boogie
boogie woogie too.
Let me rock it for you now!

Hey go hey hey in other words by the bar 
and drink corn liquor from an old fruit jar
That's what it's
fiend
The ghetto dream, Fox Boog, jigged up
Stay in the cut like WHAT, layin in the Bentleys
stoned, flossed on, me and Capone
Picasso, Mardi Gras,
must fiend
The ghetto dream, Fox Boog, jigged up
Stay in the cut like WHAT, layin in the Bentleys
stoned, flossed on, me and Capone

Picasso, Mardi
hop
The hippie to the hippie the
Hip hip a hop and you don't stop, rock it
Rock it out, Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang
The boogie
I can rock the shit to get ya open
Say your looking for some real shit
Then catch a funkified batch
Like that!
Oakland's on the map
2Pac is
at the port with the nickel bags and shit
tell my pops i'm out earthbound with the crew
he said butterfly may the boogie be with you
left my moms a note with
to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it up baby bubbah
Baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang da boogie
To the beat, beat, its so
to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it up baby bubbah
Baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang da boogie
To the beat, beat, its so
to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it up baby bubbah
Baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang da boogie
To the beat, beat, its so
the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop, a you don't stop
Rock it out baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang
The boogie to the boogie da beat
I said I
a hop and you don't stop, rock it
Rock it out, Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang
The boogie to the boogie, the beat
I said, I can't wait 'til
propers
Cop my double players
Cleo still hittin' 'till 38's pump and they up it
Yell it and could never by defunk-ed
I'm totemed in the fashionable flyers