[Ow shake it!



Yeah oh you're lookin' sweet baby



Yes indeedy



Funky (get down)]







We was on a dancefloor shakin' our thing



To a funky beat with a go go swing



Everyone was watching they stared in shock



Amazed at how Salt and Pepa was rock



In the place with a smile on my face



Some got upset and then tried to base



They called us nasty said we danced dirty



Claimed we were freaks, cheap, even flirty



Pepa got pissed and pulled out a pump



I was all set not to jet but to jump



Spin broke it up and asked not to break



Said, "They don't understand the way you..."







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Shake your thang, owww



Do what you wanna do



I can't tell you how to catch a groove



It's your thang (It's your thing)



Do what you wanna do



I won't tell you who to sock it to







Shake that thing, c'mon, y'all, shake it



We could get loose, but we can't get naked



It's not a crime, it's legal, we answered



Look again - see? We're just dancin'



Relax a bit, now ain't that better?



I think it's time for you to get a...



Partner, doe-see, gather in closely



I wanna see the ones that mostly



Front on a cutie, hope you're not fruity



Do your duty and...







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Come on, y'all, shake that thing



You got to just show no shame



I want you to shake that thing



Come on, y'all, show no shame







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







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Oooo, I like hip-hop mixin' with go-go, baby



It's my thing, and I shake it crazy



Don't try and tell me how to party



It's my dance, yup, and it's my body



The shirt I wear may be low cut



My jeans fit nice, it shows off my butt



Designer down from head to toe



Oooo, my hair, neck, and fingers is crazy-glow



Now please stop blushin', we're just dancing, dummy



C'mon, we both know I don't want you for your money



Cuz we like to rap so we always rhyme



I like to dance, oooo, and I like to grind



I like this song, I like this beat



I'll see you later, where shall we...







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