Hello-hello?! Do you copy, do you copy?!
The adidas-sporting party gives a resounding yes, that's how you do it
Nah, we don't wait for others, doesn't matter if it's day or night
Hey, everyone down on the floor, y'all ready to break the law?
I feel like my hands are going numb
Now that the damn popo have swooped in
We're young, so y'all don't mess with us
We'll holler out this song at the station
Hey, you filthy pig1, what' you want?
Take me back to the party
Hey, you filthy pig, what' you want?
Take me back to the party
Hey, you filthy pig, what' you want?
Take me back to the party
Hey, you filthy pig, what' you want?
Take me back to the party
And I ain't, and I ain't, I ain't gonna tell you what's in my pocket
That's a secret no one can know, secret room, secret room
Scenes like those from Hollywood, wild dancing, Malibu
We're filling out the club, snoop snoop
Pour on in! Pour on in! Spit upon your problems.
Only five, only five! Oh baby, goodbye!
We're just hanging out
Yeah, we'll keep going till our pulses fizzle out
Ain't got not time, but we're piling in
Breaking boundaries with our sheer will, there's smoke on the dance floor
I feel like my hands are going numb
Now that the damn popo have swooped in
We're young, so y'all don't mess with us
We'll holler out this song at the station
Hey, you filthy pig, what' you want?
Take me back to the party
Hey, you filthy pig, what' you want?
Take me back to the party
Hey, you filthy pig, what' you want?
Take me back to the party
Hey, you filthy pig, what' you want?
Take me back to the party
1. referring to a despised police officer