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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Chris Tedesco
Chris Tedesco
Trumpet
Bill Churchville
Bill Churchville
Trumpet
Nick Lane
Nick Lane
Trombone
Ray Herrmann
Ray Herrmann
Saxophone
John Goux
John Goux
Guitar
Nicole Scherzinger
Nicole Scherzinger
Lead Vocals
Carmit Bachar
Carmit Bachar
Background Vocals
Ashley Roberts
Ashley Roberts
Background Vocals
Jessica Sutta
Jessica Sutta
Background Vocals
Melody Thornton
Melody Thornton
Background Vocals
Kimberly Wyatt
Kimberly Wyatt
Background Vocals
Sir Mix-A-Lot
Sir Mix-A-Lot
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Callaway
Thomas Callaway
Songwriter
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Songwriter
Anthony Ray
Anthony Ray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CeeLo Green
CeeLo Green
Producer
Ethan Mates
Ethan Mates
Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ayo, what the fuck you think a record by Pussycat Dolls featuring Busta Rhymes is gon' sound like? Okay (ahh) Yeah (ahh) Oh, we about to get it just a lil' hot and sweaty in this motherfucker (ooh, baby) Ladies, let's go (uh) Soldiers, let's go (Dolls) Let me talk to y'all and just, you know, give you a little situation Listen (fellas) You see this shit get hot Every time I come through when I step up in the spot (are you ready?) Make the place sizzle like a summertime cookout Prowl for the best chick, yes, I'm on the lookout (let's dance) Slow banging shorty like a belly dancer with it Smell good, pretty skin, so gangsta with it (ooh, baby) No tricks, only diamonds under my sleeve Gimme the number, but make sure you call before you leave I know you like me (I know you like me) I know you do (I know you do) That's why whenever I come around, she's all over you And I know you want it (I know you want it) It's easy to see (it's easy to see) And in the back of your mind I know you should be fuckin' with me Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don't cha? Don't cha? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Don't cha? (Ahh) Don't cha? Fight the feeling (fight the feeling) Leave it alone (leave it alone) 'Cause if it ain't love It just ain't enough to leave a happy home (uh-uh, uh-uh) Let's keep it friendly (let's keep it friendly) You have to play fair (you have to play fair, yeah) See, I don't care, but I know, she ain't gon' wanna share (ah) Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? (Oh) Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? (Like me) Don't cha (don't cha, baby) Don't cha (alright, sing) Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? (Raw) Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? (Big thug) Don't cha? (Ok, I see how it's goin' down) (ahh) Don't cha? (Seem like shorty wanna little ménage pop off or somethin') (let's go) Well, let me get straight to it Every broad wanna watch a nigga when I come through it (come on) It's the God almighty, lookin' all brand new If shorty wanna jump in my Aston Vanquish (ah) Lookin' at me all like she really wanna do it Tryna put it on me 'til my balls black and blueish (blueish) You wanna play with a player, girl, then play on Strip out the Chanel and leave the lingerie on (ha) Watch me and I'ma watch you at the same time Lookin' at you wanna break my back You're the very reason why I keep a pack of the Magnum And with the wagon, hit you in the back of the Magnum For the record, don't think it was something you did Shorty all on me 'cause it's hard to resist the kid I got a idea that's dope for y'all As y'all could get cold, so I could hit the both of y'all See, I know she loves you (I know she loves ya) I understand (I understand) I'd probably be just as crazy about you if you were my own man Maybe next lifetime (maybe next lifetime) Possibly (possibly) Until then, old friend, your secret is safe with me (hot) Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? (Oh) Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? (Like me) Don't cha? (Don't cha, baby) Don't cha? (Alright, sing) Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? (Raw) Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? (Big thug) Don't cha? (Ahh) Don't cha? Ahh Hot Ahh Hot
Writer(s): Thomas Callaway, Anthony L. Ray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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