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Yo, coming in with the sound fresher than cut grass
Won't stop, second that we enter if you must dash
Rush past, have you forgotten you're mine?
For the drivers all up in your face like can I see your bus pass?
But nah, we just wanna lick a rhyme bruv
Call me what you want but you sure don't call it a night love
And I might just join the mile high club
Only problem being that I couldn't give a flying fuck
Yeah, let me touch that down
Lap around the bum until it comes back round
Half the room's like "Oi, what's this all about?"
With the other half jiving "I love that sound"
What? Yeah yeah
I love that sound
What? Yeah yeah
I love that sound
So flick your fag butts at once
On a mad one like yeah your momma can hump
Mama do the hop, mama do the hop hop
Mama won't you please let me do the hop hop
Mama do the hop, mama do the hop hop
Mama won't you please let me do the hop hop
Mama do the hop, mama do the hop hop
Mama won't you please let me do the hop hop
Mama do the hop, mama do the hop hop
Mama won't you please let me do the hop hop
Yo, it's been a long week
How I've got this much energy is beyond me
I just want all of these girls to be on me
And maybe even one of them could be Beyoncé
We ain't gonna pack our rap noise in
Not all of that cheesy stuff clap clap sing
And we're gonna burn some calories right here right now
Ain't over till the fat boy slims mama
Mama do the hop, mama do the hop hop
Mama won't you please let me do the hop hop
Mama do the hop, mama do the hop hop
Mama won't you please let me do the hop hop
Yeah, knock a rum back down
Bust a little jiggy as the drum track pounds
Half the room are just making their own crowd
With the other half jiving "I love that sound"
What? Yeah yeah
I love that sound
What? Yeah yeah
I love that sound
So flick your fag butts at once
On a mad one like yeah your momma can hump
Mama do the hop, mama do the hop hop
Mama won't you please let me do the hop hop
Mama do the hop, mama do the hop hop
Mama won't you please let me do the hop hop
Mama do the hop, mama do the hop hop
Mama won't you please let me do the hop hop
Mama do the hop, mama do the hop hop
Mama won't you please let me do the hop hop
When we step into the room everybody make a pathway
'Cause you know RK makes the dance change
And we rule that crowd
And we don't change pace at the halfway
We, we keep it moving
We, we hold it down
Can't stop, break sweat, no losing
Yes, nobody's gonna take my crown
Go back, n-not n-not never gonna happen
Go back, n-not n-not never gonna happen
Especially when it's all packed out
Crowd shouting out "Yeah I love that sound"
What? Yeah yeah
I love that sound
What? Yeah yeah
I love that sound
So flick your fag butts at once
On a mad one like yeah your momma can hump
Mama do the hop, mama do the hop hop
Mama won't you please let me do the hop hop
Mama do the hop, mama do the hop hop
Mama won't you please let me do the hop hop
Mama do the hop, mama do the hop hop
Mama won't you please let me do the hop hop
Mama do the hop, mama do the hop hop
Mama won't you please let me do the hop hop
Yeah yeah



Авторы: Norman Cook, Timothy Martin Powell, Harley Sylvester Alexander-sule, Jordan Stephens Copyright: Xenomania Songs Ltd, Stage Three Music Publishing Limited, Asongs


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