[Intro – Deep bass rumble, siren synth, DJ scratching] "Attention, Miami!" "Your local bass inspector has arrived!" "All systems ready?" "CHECK!" "All booties ready?" "CHECK!" "Well, what the hell are we waiting for?" [Massive bass drop] [Verse 1] I rolled up in a rental with the speakers in the trunk Got a trunk full of funk and a whole lotta junk Got the bass so deep it'll rattle your teeth Make your left cheek jealous of the right underneath I'm the booty professor, the rump researcher The certified doctor of the rear-end curvature Got a PhD in the science of shake And a master's degree in the art of the quake Now the ladies in the front got the whole floor jumpin' The fellas in the back got the subwoofers thumpin' Got the DJ in a sweat, got the neighbors upset And the building inspector hasn't caught us yet! [Chorus – Gang vocals] Shake your bootleg! (SHAKE IT! SHAKE IT!) Shake your bootleg! (MAKE IT! MAKE IT!) Left cheek, right cheek, bring it on down We got the biggest little bass in the whole damn town! Shake your bootleg! (SHAKE IT! SHAKE IT!) Shake your bootleg! (BREAK IT! BREAK IT!) If your mama asks what happened tonight Tell her the bass got loose and it started a fight! [Instrumental Break – Miami bass drum machine, deep sub-bass, electro synth stabs] "Drop it!" "Drop it!" "DROP THAT BASS!" [Verse 2] I got a little situation with a girl named Denise She said she liked it funky, so I brought the police Not the actual police, that's a terrible idea I meant the bass patrol, baby, make it real clear We got eighteen wheels of pure vibration A mobile earthquake with no registration Got the trunk hydraulics bouncing up and down Like a low-budget spaceship landing in town Now the floor's getting slippery, the ceiling's getting low The bass is so ridiculous it's starting to grow I got a woofer in the front and a tweeter in the back And a whole lotta trouble in a Cadillac! [Chorus – Gang vocals] Shake your bootleg! (SHAKE IT! SHAKE IT!) Shake your bootleg! (MAKE IT! MAKE IT!) Left cheek, right cheek, bring it on down We got the biggest little bass in the whole damn town! Shake your bootleg! (SHAKE IT! SHAKE IT!) Shake your bootleg! (BREAK IT! BREAK IT!) If your mama asks what happened tonight Tell her the bass got loose and it started a fight! [Bridge – Spoken MC over stripped bass] "Now listen up, party people." "This next procedure is completely voluntary." "Step one: locate your rear end." "Step two: establish a rhythm." "Step three: disregard all structural limitations." "Step four..." [Beat cuts] "SHAKE THAT THING!" [Extended Instrumental – Bass-heavy breakdown, repeated vocal samples] [Verse 3 – Rapid-fire delivery] Big bass, fat stacks, Cadillac tracks Got a whole lotta booty and I ain't talking snacks Front to the back, back to the front Got the whole damn party doing what they want No skinny little speakers, no miniature sound We need a bass so heavy it'll shake the whole ground From Overtown down to Coconut Grove If you got two good cheeks, then you got two moves! Now the club's on fire, but the sprinklers won't work The DJ's in a panic and the manager's berserk We ain't here for trouble, we ain't here to fight We just came to make the whole damn city shake tonight! [Final Chorus – Full crew, extra ad-libs] Shake your bootleg! (SHAKE IT! SHAKE IT!) Shake your bootleg! (MAKE IT! MAKE IT!) Left cheek, right cheek, bring it on down We got the biggest little bass in the whole damn town! Shake your bootleg! (SHAKE IT! SHAKE IT!) Shake your bootleg! (BREAK IT! BREAK IT!) From the front to the back, from the east to the west Put your booty to the ultimate bass test! [Outro – Bass continues, DJ shouting] "Miami!" "Are you still with us?" "Bootleg Boys!" "That's not a request!" [Massive bass hit] [End]
