(Verse 1 - Ciara) You said, "Hi, my name is so-and-so, baby, can you tell me yours?" You look like you came to do one thing; set it off! I started on the left, then I had to take him to the right. He was out of breath, but he kept on dancin' all night. You tryin', admit it, but you just can't fight the feelin' inside. You know it, and I can see it in your eyes! You want me, you're smooth as a mother. You was so undercover, by the way that you was watchin' me.
(Chorus - Ciara) Ooh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you. I just can't help it, tryin' to keep it cool. I can feel it in the beat, when you do those things to me, don't let nothin' stop you. Mo-o-ove, ring the alarm, the club is jumpin', now. So get up!
(Verse 2 - Ciara) I said, "Ciara's on your radio, everybody turn it on!" Spicy just like hot sauce. Careful, you might burn it up You can do the pop lock, rag-top , don't stop. That's the way you gotta get it to make ya body rock. You tryin', admit it, but you just can't fight the feelin' inside. You know it, and I can see it in your eyes! You want me, you're smooth as a mother. You was so undercover, by the way that you was watchin' me.
(Chorus - Ciara) Ooh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you. I just can't help it, tryin' to keep it cool. I can feel it in the beat, when you do those things to me, don't let nothin' stop you. Mo-o-ove, ring the alarm, the club is jumpin', now. So get up!
(Bridge - Ciara) Ooh, I love the way your vibin' me, dance for me, forever. We can have a good time, follow me to the beat, together. You and me, one on one, breakin' it down. You can't walk away, now. (Oh-oh-oh) We're 'bout to turn this place out. Ooh, ooh!
(Verse 4 - Chamillionaire) It's the kid that stay ridin' big The one the police tried to catch ridin' dirty In the club before eleven o'clock Like I'm trying to catch a dime kinda early Lookin' thick her hair brown and curly She love the way my ride shining pearly City boys say she fine a pretty In the country boys say she fine and 'purrty' My pockets thick as green, it's curvy And the ladies know soon as they see my jewelry If bein' fresh to death is a crime I think it's time for me to see the jury. They know Chamillionaire stay on the grind A hustla like me is hard to find I ain't really impressed, yes Unless it's about some dollar signs Ain't really no need to call you fine I know you be hearin' that all the time I'm watchin' you do ya step, do ya step Yep it's going down
(Chorus - Ciara) Ooh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you. I just can't help it, tryin' to keep it cool. I can feel it in the beat, when you do those things to me, don't let nothin' stop you. Mo-o-ove, ring the alarm, the club is jumpin', now. So get up! (x 2)
(Outro - Ciara) I got to have ya, baby. I feel it, I feel it, I got to have ya baby! Uh-uh, I got to have ya babyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
