Intro:   (Noises ...)   OK!   Guess who's back!   Back again!    Shady's back!    Tell a friend!   Now everyone report to the dance floor    To the dance floor, to the dance floor    Now everyone report to the dance floor    Alright stop ... Pyjama time!      Verse #1:   Come here little kiddies, on my lap    Guess who's back with a brand new rap    And I don't mean rap as in a new case of child molestation accusations   Aah aah aah aah aah    No worries, pappa's got a brand new bag of toys   What else could I possibly do to make noise    I'd done touched on everything, but little boys    And that's not a stab at Micheal    That's just a metaphore, I'm just pyscho   I go a little bit crazy sometimes    I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes    Good god, dip, do a little slide    Bend down, touch your toes and just glide   Up the center of the dance floor    Like teepee from my bum hole in the school if you let one go    Nobody's gonna know who'd hear it    Give a little "poot poot", it's ok   (CD Skips + Farting Noise) Oops my CD just skipped    And everyone just heard you let one rip       Chorus:    Now I'm gonna make you dance   It's your chance    Yeah boy shake that ass,    Woops i mean girl, girl girl girl girl   You know you're my world   Alright now lose it    Aah aah aah aah aah   Just lose it    Aah aah aah aah aah    Go crazy    Aah aah aah aah aah    Oh baby    Aah aah    Oh baby baby aah aah       Verse #2:    It's Friday and it's my day    Used to party all the way to Sunday    Maybe till Monday, I dunno what day   Everday's just a holiday    Cruisin on the freeway    Feelin kinda breezy    Got the top down, let my hair blow    I dunno where I'm goin'    All I know is when I get there    Someones gonna touch my body   Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk    But I'm feel just a little stressed out from work    Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair   Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out (heeey)   What's your name girl   What's your sign    Dr Dre: Man, you must be up out your mind    Dre aah aah    Beer goggles, blind   I'm just trying to unwind some time       Chorus      Verse #3:    It's Tuesday and I'm locked up    I'm in jail and i don't know what happend    They say I was running butt naked   Down the street screaming   Aah aah aah aah aah    Well I'm sorry, I don't remember   All I know is this much   I'm not guilty    They said save it    Before we catch you on tape    Now an old lady, touch my body       Now this is the part where the rap breaks down   It's really tense, no one makes a sound    Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now    The beat comes back and everybody loses themselves    A step back to reality    Look it's B. Rabbit    You signed me up to battle    I'm a grown man    Chuba chuba duba duba duba duba    I don't have any lines to go right here so    Chuba chuba duba duba fella's what? fella's what?    Grab you left nut, make right one jealous what?    Black girls    White girls    Skinny girls    Fat girls    Tall girls    Small girls    I'm calling all girls    Everyone report to the dance floor    It's your chance for a little romantor    But squeezin it's the season   Just go aah aah aah aah    It's so appealing       Chorus      Outro:    Mmmmm touch my body    Mmmmm touch my body    Ooh boy just touch my body    I mean girl just touch my body