“You ready? Are you ready? You ain’t ready. Tonight I’ll drop it low. As low as this ba-bass. You know it’s ‘bout to blow, all up in your face. You might have seen a couple bitties lookin’ pretty, but none compare to me as I proceed to run this city, uh. This thing I’m into is somethin’ brand new. This type of feeling got me doing things I won’t do. Yeah in the club it’s gettin’ ugly, I don’t care. Can’t nobody stop the fire let them haters sit n’ stare. Touch me over here, touch me over there. Touch touch touch yeah yeah.”