Clock it baby, yeah! Big Shot inna the place— Turn the drum up, mek the whole room shake! Berries! Where you Dey? [VERSE 1] She step in clean, but the waist got danger, Two-step left, then she switch that angle, Bassline knock like a door no stranger, One little wine got the DJ in danger. No long talk, she know the assignment, Eyes say “go,” body say “timing,” Kick drum hit and the whole floor rising, When she catch that rhythm, everybody sliding. [PRE-CHORUS] Pull up—wheel it! Drop low—feel it! Hands up—seal it! If the beat don’t move you, reload it! [HOOK] Wheel up! Wheel up! When the riddim touch, don’t freeze up! Wine up! Wine up! Let the bassline find where your feet at! Left side! Right side! Whole club moving like a landslide! DJBigShot—one more time! Berries on the hook, now we cross that line! [VERSE 2 — BERRIES] She don’t dance for the camera, She dance when the kick gets heavier, Little shoulder with the waistline pressure, Make a badman lose composure. Rum-pum-pum, hear the snare get wicked, Log drum underneath, now the floor get lifted, Afro swing with a dancehall twist it, If you came to sit, better change that mission. [DANCE BREAK] Wine to the left—hold! Wine to the right—hold! Dip when the bass go—BOOM! Come back when the riddim say—ZOOM! No pause, no brakes, no waiting, Whole place hot and the ceiling vibrating, Cape Town nights with the world translating, One rhythm, different passports—we celebrating! [FINAL HOOK] Wheel up! Wheel up! When the riddim touch, don’t freeze up! Wine up! Wine up! Let the bassline find where your feet at! Left side! Right side! Whole club moving like a landslide! DJBigShot—run am! Berries—run am! Clock it baby, yeah!
