Now, usually, I don't do this but, uh

Go head on and break 'em off with a lil' previews of the remix

Now, I'm not trying to be rude

But hey, pretty girl, I'm feelin' you

The way you do the things you do

Reminds me of my Lexus coupe

That's why I'm all up in your grill

Tryin' to get you to a hotel

You must be a football coach

The way you got me playin' the field

So, baby, gimme that (toot-toot)

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

C'mon

Now it's like, "Murder She Wrote"

Once I get you out them clothes

Privacy is on the door

But still, they can hear you screamin' more

Girl, I'm feelin' what you're feelin'

No more hopin' and wishin'

I'm about to take my key and

Stick it in the ignition

So, gimme that (toot-toot)

Cristal poppin' in the stretch Navigator

We got food everywhere, as if the party was catered (catered)

We've got fellas to my left (left), honies on my right (right)

We bring 'em both together, we got jukin' all night

Then after the show, it's the after party

Yeah, and after the party, it's the hotel lobby

Yeah, around about four, you gotta clear the lobby

Then take it to your room and - somebody

Can I get a (toot-toot)?

Can I get a (beep-beep)?

Runnin' her hands through my 'fro (yeah)

Bouncin' on 24s (c'mon)

Got every man in here wishin' (c'mon)

Baby, I'm about to have me some fun (check it out)

('Cause it's the) It's the remix to Ignition (come on)

Hot and fresh out the kitchen (yeah)

Sippin' on Coke and rum (yeah)

I'm like, "So what? I'm drunk" (uh-huh)

It's the freakin' weekend (yeah)

Baby, I'm about to have me some fun (c'mon)

Girl, we off in this Jeep

Foggin' windows up

Blastin' the radio

In the back of my truck

Bouncin' up and down

Strokin' 'round and 'round

To the remix

We just thuggin' it out