Shake your thang, yeah yeah Oh, you're lookin' sweet, baby Owww, I won't tell you how to catch a groove It's my thing, and I'll swing it the way that I feel With a little seduction and some sex appeal It's Friday night, and I just got paid I'm checking out the fella with the high-top fade Moving in closely, ready for the kill Steppin' on a dancefloor, think you're ill But if I guy touch my body I just put him in check I said, "We just met", "We can't do that yet" I'm not a pick-up (no), this ain't a stick up (boy) I'm not stuck up (yeah), and turn to kick up And just rock, baby-pop, don't stop Stick out your butt, and shake what you got
I wish GE Smith had a playlist of the Convention Songs. It was
Tuesday, IIRC, that I heard it. Wasn’t salt n pepa