It's May 23, 2024, 09:19:13 AM
He does what he does, and he does it well. The track is tight.
I laughed my ass off literally during that song. That's the only positive thing I can say about this. RA RA RA RA RARARA
LYRICS:Okay, 'kay...Guess who's back, back again?Shady's back, tell a friendNow everyone report to the dance floorTo the dance floor, to the dance floorNow everyone report to the dance floorAlright stop...Pajama Time!(Verse One)Come here, little kiddiesOn my lapGuess who's back with a brand new rapAnd I don't mean 'rap' as in a new case of child investigation accusate...(RA RA RA RA)No wordsPapa's got a brand new bag of toysWhat else could I possibly do to make noise?I've done touched on everything...but little boysAnd that's not a stab at MichaelThat's just a metaphor, I'm just psychoI go a little bit crazy sometimesI get a little bit out of control with my rhymesGood God, yep do a little slideBend down, touch your toes and just glideTo the centre of the dance floorLike TP for my bung-holeAnd its cool if you let one go...Nobody's gonna know - who'd hear it?Give a little ''toot-toot'', it's ok-aayWhoops, my CD just skippedAnd everyone just heard you let one rip(Chorus)Now I'm gonna make you dance, its your chanceYeah boy, shake that assWhoops, I mean girlGirl, Girl, GirlGirl, you know you're my worldAlright, now lose it (RA RA RA RA)Just lose it (RA RA RA RA)Go crazy (RA RA RA RA)Oh, baby (RA RA RA RA)(Bridge One)Its Friday, and its my dayJust to party all the way to SundayMaybe through Monday, I dunno what dayEvery day's just a holidayCruising down the freeway, feelin' kinda breezyLet the top down and my hair blowI dunno where I'm going, all I know is when I get there someone's saying (Touch My Body)(Verse Two)'Scuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerkBut I'm feeling just a little stressed out from workCould you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair?Spit on me, maybe gauge my eyes out? (Yeahhh)Now what's your name girl, what's your sign?(Man, you must be up out your mind)DRE! (RA RA)...Beer goggles...blind!I'm just trying to unwind, now I'm...(Chorus)(Bridge Two)Its Tuesday and I'm locked upI'm in jail and I dunno what happenedThey say I was running butt-naked, in the streets screaming (RA RA RA RA)I'm sorry, I don't rememberAll I know is this much: I'm not guiltyThey said save it, boyWe've got you on tape yelling at an old lady (Touch My Body)(Verse Three)Now this is the part where the rap breaks downIt gets real intense, no-one makes a soundEverything looks like its 8 Mile nowThe beat comes back and everyone lose themselvesAnd snap back to realityLook, its B-RabbitAre you signing me up to battle?I'm a grown man!(Gibberish)I don't have any (?)So fellas (what), fellasHow can I make your right one jealous? (What?)Black girls, white girls, skinny girls, fat girls, tall girls, small girls, I'm calling all girlsEveryone report to the dance-floorHere's your chance-for a little romanceButt squeezing, 'tis the seasonJust go (RA RA RA RA) so appeasing(Chorus)Touch My Body, Touch My Body, Ooh boy, just Touch My Body...----That's all of 'em! (Well apart from the part I couldn't figure out!)