Mash Out (feat. MC Lyte & Fergie)

<span begin="11.390" end="13.715">Hold it now, hold it now, hold it now</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="12.531" end="13.082">(What what?)</span></span>

<span begin="13.082" end="15.953">Hold it now, hold it now, hold it now, hold it now</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="14.934" end="15.401">(Oh what?)</span></span>

<span begin="16.104" end="18.323">Hold it now, hold it now, hold it now</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="17.183" end="17.749">(What what?)</span></span>

<span begin="18.377" end="20.467">Hold it now, hold it now, word</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="19.450" end="19.949">(Oh what?)</span></span>

This is how we roll, when we mash out

There's no time for tantrum

This dance is on and on and on and

Dance is on and on and on and

Yeah, I, am, that fly girl

Can't deny girl, nothin' I won't try, one type of girl

Well, maybe not coke, 'cause I'm dope already

Lyrics sharp like darts and cut like machetes

And I'm rockin' the shit steady

Like no doubt, the show's sold out

They know how I rolled in when I rolled out

Black Eyed Pea, L-Y-T

Slide through them bars, leave the track greasy

It's easy, I flow through the beat breezy

Hate, they used to tease me, now they wanna be me

Lyte's in the building, of course I'm back

Get that booty stuck like a cul-de-sac

I'm the all-knowing like the almanac

And though your boy keep callin', I ain't callin' him back

Uh-uh

This is how we roll, when we mash out

There's no time for tantrum

Only time for dancin'

It's the party anthem

I called Lyte so we could mash out

I swooped her up, and then we mashed out

We stepped in the club to turn the party out

I took some flicks and poked my ass out

This is how we roll, when we mash out

There's no time for tantrum

This dance is on and on and on and

Dance is on and on and on and

Fergie Ferg from the 'burbs, keepin' shit flyer than birds

Concierge, valet, pulls my ride up to the curb

I stepped in the door, I said it, so listen

Me and MC Lyte takin' you out on a mission

Like a space shuttle, me and my girls huddle

Get back to the crib, bathtubs filled with bubbles

Champagne, caviar, for Hollywood rock stars

Back on the road, limos with full bar

F-E-R, G-I, E

F-E-R, to the, G

Fergie Ferg rock hard most definitely

On the M-I, C with L-Y-T

I called Lyte so we could mash out

I swooped her up and then we mashed out

We stepped in the club to turn the party out

I took some flicks and poked my ass out

This is how we roll, when we mash out

There's no time for tantrum

Only time for dancin'

It's the party anthem

<span begin="2:20.692" end="2:23.004">Hold it now, hold it now, hold it now</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="2:21.804" end="2:22.303">(What what?)</span></span>

<span begin="2:22.407" end="2:25.217">Hold it now, hold it now, hold it now, hold it now</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="2:24.079" end="2:24.581">(Oh what?)</span></span>

<span begin="2:24.581" end="2:27.458">Hold it now, hold it now, hold it now. hold it now</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="2:26.404" end="2:26.921">(What what?)</span></span>

<span begin="2:26.921" end="2:29.639">Hold it now, hold it now, hold it now, word</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="2:28.703" end="2:29.205">(Oh what?)</span></span>

To all the cool chickens, center stage on the mic

We puttin' it on wax, it's the NEW STYLE!

Four and three and two and one

And when I'm on the mic, the honies come

I shoot the shit without a gun

The rhymes I rock are more than action

Nothin' but that, that satisfaction

Action-packed like Action Jackson

Stand back cat, here come that blastin'

Blastin' from no other than will.i.am

This is how we roll, when we mash out

There's no time for tantrum

This dance is on and on and on and

Dance is on and on and on and