Sick and tired of hearing

All these people talk about

What's the deal with this pop life

And when is it gonna fade out

The thing you got to realise

What we're doing is not a trend

We've got the gift of melody

We're gonna bring it till the end

Now, why you wanna try to

Classify the type of thing we do

'Cause we're just fine

Doing what we like,

Can we say the same for you

Tired of feelin' all around me

Animosity

Just worry about yours 'cause

I'm-a get mine, now

People can't you see?



It doesn't matter about the car

I drive or the ice around my neck

All that matters,

Is that you recognise

That it's just about respect

It doesn't matter

About the clothes I wear

Or where I go and why

All that matters,

Is that if you get crunk

We're gonna give it

To you everytime c'mon



Do you ever wonder

Why this music gets you high?

And takes you on a ride,

Feel it when your

Body starts to rock

And baby you can't stop,

The music's all you got

(Baby come on)

This must be



Ooh



Man, I'm tired of singing

Dirty, dirty, dirty pop

Dirty pop

Do you ever wonder

Wonder wonder won



Do you ever wonder

Why this music gets you high?

And takes you on a ride,

Feel it when your

Body starts to rock

And baby you can't stop,

The music's all you got

(Baby come on)

This must be



Do you ever wonder

Why this music gets you high?

And takes you on a ride,

Feel it when your

Body starts to rock

And baby you can't stop,

The music's all you got

(Baby come on)

This must be



pop