Lyrics:
Shaggy alongside Bob Sinclar
The lovely Sahara
ha ha ha ha
Ladies lets make love on the dancefloor
I wanna feel
I wanna hold
I wanna touch
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
lost the will to live
But would I kill to give it one more shot
I think not
I don't love you, baby
I don't need you, baby
I don't want you, no
Steadfast, you know I'm staying loose
Swinging for the fences, like I'm Bob Abreu
I come in dead last, I'm not gonna chase you
Don't want to make it
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours!
daughter's room on a poster
Known as history's biggest musical composer
No disrespect to Bob Mar, but yeah, another stoner
Marijuana my odor, and when I get
I'm racist
Yea I stand tall I can't fall down
Yea I'm going all in I'm going all out
They don't want the smoke just like Bob Marley
I was caught up
I need your hands up though
Yeah, look
No, I don't want your love, it's not why I make music
I owe myself, I told myself back then that I would
affection has made me feel
Needing someone by my side, oh so real
Can't wait another minute man of steel
Every second feels oh so real
Cause I don't want
the work in
She was at home in bed, I'm busy flirting
Weekends, I've got the weekdays merging, I swear
I'm just tryna keep waves in my hair, I
Wanna make
like
Can't keep you satisfied, you make me feel alive
Just stay by my side, I'll make sure that you right
What more do you want from me, want from me
myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
You see the money and the
The cars and diamonds and you
You think it make me but it really don't (it really really
myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
You see the money and the
The cars and diamonds and you
You think it make me but it really don't (it really really
they slither,
Just by how they,
I don’t really know where I’m going,
Feel like I’m in the sky, I’m soaring,
I am so damn high, bitch I’m floating,
to to to to to to to
[Hook]
Say my flavor like mystery
This shit going down in history
Leave all them haters in misery
I make sure they remember me
Say my flavor like mystery
Everyone’s sick around me and I’m starting to get a cold
I don’t know why people want to hang out when they’re sick, it’s very American
No one wants
mother thinking that you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
As easy as it looks to you, I make it look so easy
With the music I'd be making big
mother thinking that you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
As easy as it looks to you, I make it look so easy
With the music I'd be making big
Flatten your earth like BOB’s theory Petting zoo flow the people was feeling me
Crazy how somebody can make moves off this ability
I’m trying to make
for free
Don't just sacrifice
don't make me pay the fee
I want to get through to you And see what we can do
You want some thing new I can say I
holler
Bang her head all along the wall
If she don't give me what I want
She ain't gonna have no head at all
Bamboozled by love
I said she fooled around
me to my core
I still don't know just what we're dying for
If it's oil or if it's greed
But is it really fair that they still
Tax my cash till it's
the source of my success
History is the course
And life's the test
For those who don't know
History's repetitive
Lack of knowledge
Serves as a sedative
Makes
back
My grandma
She grew up in Hungary
And I don't think
She was that poor
But at some point
The war started
And they sent her to
Auschwitz
And she
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