Origineel
[Verse 1]
Let me holla at the DJ
Come on DJ put that record on the replay
Don’t you see how them bitches move they booty
Every time you play this record smell they coochie, follow them
Screamin’ like a groupie
Misdemeanor move my nookie like a coochie
Fuck them haters, haters fuck whatever you say
Because you know I’m too cool for you anyway
I’m just a bad bitch
M-I-S miss
I’m gone keep talking shit till you get this
I’m gone bust up in the club with no guest list
The other artists I’ll keep em’ all restless
I don’t french kiss, unless it’s 50 Cent
Vivica we can share him like the president
Tabloids I don’t care it’s irrelevant
I’m heaven sent now watch how I do this shit
[Hook]
Ho!…..Ho (I’m..I’m..I’m..I’m)
Ho!…..Ho Go Go!
Ho!…..Ho (Hot..Hot.Hot,Hot)
Ho!…..Ho,Go Go!
I’m really, really hot
Every time my records drop
Radio says I won’t stop
Cause I’m killin’ em
[Verse 2]
You don’t know what you talking bout
You would think I was Suge when I come out
My album hit hard when I roll out
Y’all records make a bitch wanna throw em out, and that’s no doubt
See I rock bells, Fly as hell and cool as zinfandel baby can’t you tell
I lick my lips like I’m LL
And I’m doin it & doin it & doin it well
Straight to the hotel
I’m sober bitch so boy you gets no tail
Kiss kiss and still you gets nowhere
Just two blue balls down in your underwear, I play unfair
I’m a hot gal, fly cars and stars in strip bars it ain’t hot if I’m not there
I’m a true playa, you can find me up in any record store hurry up and get yours
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Look, let me move to the left
Go Head, let me feel myself
Touch my chest my sweat
Show the DJ how I shake my breast
Jiggle, Jiggle, Jangle
Watch how my glu-te-us dangle
I do a one-two step STOP!
No I ain’t done yet
Everybody in the club go to work
Tight jeans, crop shirts, short skirts
I’m gone rock to the beat till it hurt
I’m gone drop it on the street yeah you heard
Haters I flip the bird, Got guns so what I ain’t scurred
I came to boogy and swerve, Hang-line folk that’s my word
[Hook]
Release…yourself
Release…yourself
Vertaling
[Verse 1]
Let me holla at the DJ
Kom op DJ zet die plaat op de replay
Don’t you see how them bitches move they booty
Every time you play this record smell they coochie, follow them
Screamin’ like a groupie
Misdemeanor move my nookie like a coochie
Fuck die haters, haters fuck wat je zegt
Omdat je weet dat ik toch te cool voor je ben
I’m just a bad bitch
M-I-S miss
Ik blijf onzin praten tot je dit hoort
Ik ga me uitleven in de club zonder gastenlijst
De andere artiesten hou ik onrustig
Ik zoen niet, tenzij het 50 Cent is
Vivica we kunnen hem delen zoals de president
Tabloids kunnen me niet schelen, het is irrelevant
Ik ben de hemel gezonden, kijk hoe ik dit doe
[Hook]
Ho!…..Ho (Ik ben..Ik ben..Ik ben..Ik ben)
Ho!…..Ho Go Go!
Ho!…..Ho (Hot..Hot.Hot,Hot)
Ho!…..Ho,Go Go!
Ik ben echt, echt heet
Every time my records drop
Radio zegt dat ik niet zal stoppen
Cause I’m killin’ em
[Verse 2]
You don’t know what you talking bout
You would think I was Suge when I come out
My album hit hard when I roll out
Y’all records make a bitch wanna throw them out, and that’s no doubt
Zie je ik rock bells, Fly as hell and cool as zinfandel baby can’t you tell
I lick my lips like I’m LL
And I’m doin it & doin it & doin it well
Straight to the hotel
I’m sober bitch so boy you gets no tail
Kiss kiss and still you gets nowhere
Just two blue balls down in your underwear, I play unfair
I’m a hot gal, fly cars and stars in strip bars it ain’t hot if I’m not there
I’m a true playa, you can find me up in any record store hurry up and get yours
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Look, let me move to the left
Go Head, let me feel myself
Raak mijn borst mijn zweet
Laat de DJ zien hoe ik mijn borst schud
Jiggle, Jiggle, Jangle
Kijk hoe mijn glu-te-us bengelen
I do a one-two step STOP!
Nee ik ben nog niet klaar
Iedereen in de club gaat aan het werk
Strakke jeans, korte shirts, korte rokjes
I’m gone rock to the beat till it hurt
I’m gone drop it on the street yeah you heard
Haters ik draai de vogel om, heb wapens dus wat ik ben niet bang
I came to boogy and swerve, Hang-line folk that’s my word
[Hook]
Laat…jezelf gaan
Laat los… jezelf