Ok..
Guess who's back
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend

Now everyone report to the dance floor
To the dance floor, to the dance floor
Now everyone report to the dance floor
Alright Stop...Pajama time

Come here little kiddies, on my lap
Guess who's back with a brand new rap
And I don't mean rap as in a new case of child molestation accusation
Aah aah aah aah aah

No worries, pappa's got a brand new bag of toys
What else could I possibly do to make noise
I done touched on everything, but little boys
And that's not a stab at Micheal

That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
Good god, dip, do a little slide

Bend down, touch your toes and just glide
Up the center of the dance floor
Like TP for my bung hole and it's cool if you let one go
Nobody's gonna know who'd hear it

Give a little "poot poot", it's ok (Fart Sound)
Oops my cd just skipped
And everyone just heard you let one rip

[Chorus]
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass,
Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Now you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
Aah aah aah aah aah
Just lose it
Aah aah aah aah aah
Go crazy
Aah aah aah aah aah
Oh baby
Aah aah
Oh baby baby aah aah

It's Friday and it's my day
Chance to party all the way to Sunday
Maybe till Monday, I dunno what day
Everyday's just a holiday

Crusin' on the freeway
Feelin' kinda breezy
Get the top down, let my hair blow
I dunno where I'm goin'
All I know is when I get there
Someones gonna touch my body

Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk
But I'm feelin just a little stressed out from work
Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair
Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out...yeah

Now what's your name girl
What's your sign

[Dr Dre] Man, you must be up out your mind

Dre aah aah
Beer goggles, blind
I'm just trying to unwind..

Now I'm..

[Chorus]

It's Tuesday and I'm locked up
I'm in jail and I don't know what happened
They say I was running butt naked
Down the street screaming

Aah aah aah aah aah
Your honor I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much
I'm not guilty

They said save it boy
We got you on tape
Telling an old lady to "touch my body"

Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It gets real tense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves

Now step back to reality
Look it's B.Rabbit
You signed me up to battle?
I'm a grown man

Chuba chuba chuba chuba chuba chuba
I don't have any lines to go right here so
Duba duba teletubie fella's what? fella's yeah?
Grab you left (nut), make right one jealous what?

Black girls
White girls
Skinny girls
Fat girls

Tall girls
Small girls
I'm calling all girls
Everyone report to the dance floor

It's your chance for a little romance or
Butt squeezing it's the season
Just go aah aah aah aah
It's so appeasin'

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Mmm touch my body
Mmm touch my body
Ooh boy just touch my body
I mean girl just touch my body

Writer : YOUNG, ANDRE / POPE, CHE / MATHERS, MARSHALL / ELIZONDO, MICHAEL / BATSON, MARK
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group