Songtext Shake your thang Salt-N-Pepa

Shake your thang

[Ow shake it!

Yeah oh you're lookin' sweet baby

Yes indeedy

Funky (get down)]

We was on a dancefloor shakin' our thing

To a funky beat with a go go swing

Everyone was watching they stared in shock

Amazed at how Salt and Pepa was rock

In the place with a smile on my face

Some got upset and then tried to base

They called us nasty said we danced dirty

Claimed we were freaks, cheap, even flirty

Pepa got pissed and pulled out a pump

I was all set not to jet but to jump

Spin broke it up and asked not to break

Said, "They don't understand the way you..."

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Shake your thang, owww

Do what you wanna do

I can't tell you how to catch a groove

It's your thang (It's your thing)

Do what you wanna do

I won't tell you who to sock it to

Shake that thing, c'mon, y'all, shake it

We could get loose, but we can't get naked

It's not a crime, it's legal, we answered

Look again - see? We're just dancin'

Relax a bit, now ain't that better?

I think it's time for you to get a...

Partner, doe-see, gather in closely

I wanna see the ones that mostly

Front on a cutie, hope you're not fruity

Do your duty and...

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Come on, y'all, shake that thing

You got to just show no shame

I want you to shake that thing

Come on, y'all, show no shame

Shake your thang, yeah yeah

Oh, you're lookin' sweet, baby

Owww, I won't tell you how to catch a groove

It's my thing, and I'll swing it the way that I feel

With a little seduction and some sex appeal

It's Friday night, and I just got paid

I'm checking out the fella with the high-top fade

Moving in closely, ready for the kill

Steppin' on a dancefloor, think you're ill

But if I guy touch my body I just put him in check

I said, "We just met", "We can't do that yet"

I'm not a pick-up (no), this ain't a stick up (boy)

I'm not stuck up (yeah), and turn to kick up

And just rock, baby-pop, don't stop

Stick out your butt, and shake what you got

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Oooo, I like hip-hop mixin' with go-go, baby

It's my thing, and I shake it crazy

Don't try and tell me how to party

It's my dance, yup, and it's my body

The shirt I wear may be low cut

My jeans fit nice, it shows off my butt

Designer down from head to toe

Oooo, my hair, neck, and fingers is crazy-glow

Now please stop blushin', we're just dancing, dummy

C'mon, we both know I don't want you for your money

'cause we like to rap so we always rhyme

I like to dance, oooo, and I like to grind

I like this song, I like this beat

I'll see you later, where shall we...

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