Star Baby So Put Em Up If You's A Rock Star Baby [Kellz:] Girl, Yo Booty So Swole How U Get Them Jeans Around It Girl, Yo Booty So Swole Why U Think
and groove to cuts (yeah) Check mark on all groovin' butts Now days cats is scared to dare (that's right) This beat plays, whoo Here's my chance Come on girl
80's And hey there Mr.T To Twisted Sisters on MTV, yeah Those were the days I come back To Iron Maiden and 7UP Bananarama and Breakfast Club Come Back
wonderful thing A famous footballer a rock singer Or a big film star Yes, I think I would like that To be rich and have lots of fans Have lots of girls
you move so sexy Mama you're bringin' me to my knees Hands in the air like you came to party Shakin' that ass makin' the whole club freeze Get down get down Girl
, I'm the head Rub my glass, second best on the verse I'm the worse when I'm on tha When I play I look fly All the girls wanna, all the girls wanna Ride
guitar Is bout to have me crowd surfing Kells'll put on a show Up until they close curtains Then right after the show Backstage ass hurting Call me scottie 'cause girl, 'cause girl
Touch me, clown boy, remix, uh Girl, I gotta let you know, on radio I wanna lick you from head to toe Girl, your perfume, it's smelling so sweet I wanna
[guitar solo intro] You all want this party started? Right? You all want this party started ... quickly! Right? Play that beat. Play that beat. (Bang
way you move so sexy Mama you're bringin' me to my knees Hands in the air like you came to party Shakin' that ass makin' the whole club freeze Get down, get down Girl
master key Somebody had to unlock your heart He said it was up to me Now, I watched you slowly disappear Down into the officers club I would've followed
a big black jet with a bedroom in it Gonna join the mile high club At thirty-seven thousand feet (Been there, done that) I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
Two, three This song goes out to my good friends Especially the ones I had Before the Grammy nominations in two thousand three And to all the girls from
We grew up in the suburbs, got guitars for Christmas And started a punk rock band Then we traveled the nation became a sensation In our '82 Dodge van
my guitar every body banging heads hands in the air like them boys really tear it they still jumping in the crowd they ass so sick got the club going
Em Party Hard Now They Using Guitars The Bass Rock Drum Make The Crowd Act A Fool I Got That Gansta, Hood Stars, Pop Stars, Screamin: Totally Dude Make Clubs
goes the neighborhood Here come them fuckin' niggas With their fancy cars Who gave them fuckin' niggas Those rock guitars? Who let 'em in the club?
't real music without guitar I like Jimmy Hendrix, baby don't you know I like gettin' high, not ridin' low [Chorus] You can wait me in line, at the club
