Where I come from isn’t all that great My automobile is a piece of crap My fashion sense is a little whack And my friends are just as screwy as me
I didn’t go to boarding schools Preppy girls never looked at me Why should they I ain’t nobody Got nothing in my pocket
[Chorus] Beverly Hills – That’s where I want to be! (Gimme Gimme) Living in Beverly Hills… Beverly Hills – Rolling like a celebrity! (Gimme Gimme) Living in Beverly Hills…
Look at all those movie stars They’re all so beautiful and clean When the housemaids scrub the floors They get the spaces in between
I wanna live a life like that I wanna be just like a king Take my picture by the pool Cause I’m the next big thing!
[Chorus]
[Bridge] The truth is…I don’t stand a chance Its something that you’re born into… And I just don’t belong…
No I don’t – I’m just a no class, beat down fool And I will always be that way I might as well enjoy my life And watch the stars play
Come mr. DJ, song pon de replay. Come mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up. All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what. Come mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up.
Come mr. DJ, song pon de replay. Come mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up. All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what. Come mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up.
Verse: It goes one by one even two by two, everybody on the floor let me show you how we do. Lets go dip it low then you bring it up slow, wine it up one time wine it back once more.
Come, run, run, run, run, everybody move, run. Let me see you move, and, rock it til the grooves, done. Shake it til the moon becomes the sun (sun). Everybody in the club give me a run (run). If you ready to move say it (yeah). One time for your mind say it (yeah, yeah). Well i’m ready for ya, come let me show ya, you want to groove im’a show you how to move. Come, come.
Come mr. DJ, song pon de replay. Come mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up. All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what. Come mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up.
Come mr. DJ, song pon de replay. Come mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up. All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what. Come mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up.
Hey mister, please mister DJ. Tell me if you hear me, turn the music up.
Hey mister, please mister DJ. Tell me if you hear me, turn the music up.
Verse: It goes one by one even two by two, everybody in the club gon be rockin when i’m through. Let the bass from the speakers run through ya sneakers, move both ya feet and run to the beat.
Come, run, run, run, run, everybody move, run. Let me see you move, and, rock it til the grooves, done. Shake it til the moon becomes the sun (sun). Everybody in the club give me a run (run). If you ready to move say it (yeah). One time for your mind say it (yeah, yeah). Well i’m ready for ya, come let me show ya, you want to groove im’a show you how to move.
Come mr. DJ, song pon de replay. Come mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up. All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what. Come mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up.
Come mr. DJ, song pon de replay. Come mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up. All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what. Come mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up.
Hey mister, please mister DJ. Tell me if you hear me, turn the music up.
Hey mister, please mister DJ. Tell me if you hear me, turn the music up.
OK, everybody get down if you feel me. Come and put your hands up to the ceiling. (x4)
Come mr. DJ, song pon de replay. Come mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up. All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what. Come mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up.
Come mr. DJ, song pon de replay. Come mr. DJ, won’t you turn the music up. All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what. Come mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up.