Lyrics

Ha, ha, ha, pump it Ha, ha, ha, and pump it, pump it Pump it, pump it Pump it, pump it, pump it Turn up your radio Blast your stereo right Ha, ha, ha (pump) Dude wanna hate on us (dude) Dude need to ease on up (dude) I know why they hatin' on us (why?) 'Cause the guys so fabulous (what) I'ma be real on us (come on) Nobody got nothin' on us (no) Girls be all on us from London back down to the US-S-S We rockin' it (contagious) Monkey business (outrageous) Just confess, your girl admits that we the shit F-R-E-S-H, we fresh D-E-F, that's right, we def (rock) We definite B-E-P, we reppin' it, so Turn me up (turn it up) Turn me up (turn it up) Turn me up Pump it Pump it, pump it, pump it, pump it Pump it, pump it, pump it, pump it, pump it Come on, baby, just Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) And say (oh-oh, oh-oh) Say (oh-oh, oh-oh), yo, yo Turn up your radio Blast your stereo right now (ha) This joint is fizzlin' It's sizzlin' right Ha, ha, ha Turn up the radio Blast your stereo right Ha, ha, ha Pump it
Writer(s): Stacy Ferguson, William Adams, James Brown, Nicholas Boubanis, Thomas Van Musser, Michael Anthony Hall, Allen Pineda, Leonardo Stella Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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