You can shake it to the east, you can shake it to the west, you can shake it the way we like it. Flex, move your booty and necks, the beats by TX, the dance is a reflex, dance in the parks leaving trails of skid marks, your belly sparked, leaving flames in the dark from the dance steps. Your heart beats jetting, have you wet like the sweating from you in the freak section. Flip, shake your hip on the ra-ra-tip, start dipping and dabbing, slipping through a split to the beat, don't stop the hard hip hop. The bass drum drop, you'll break half the plymouth rock, down to a fraction, fragments in a stacking. Go to the record store, snatch it off the rack and fingers snapping, heads are bumping, hands are clapping. On your effing band, the request of man, understand that there's no standing, cause you wanna be dancing. Ooh, you can shake it to the east, you can shake it to the west, you can shake it the way we like it. Two, three, break! Boots are shaking, the 808s are quaking, your sweat sizzles like bacon, dance till you're aching. Ain't no back stepping, we're progressing, the crowd's election, then comes the pressing. Who's the creator? The music or the creator? No other than my brother with the flat top Terminator. Motivating, maneuvering, butt cheeks are jumping, eardrums thumping, females are pumping, the beats tasty like chicken soup with a dumpling. Delicious, no doubt nutritious, CeeLo is grooving in your cascade dishes. Down with the casino, against the odds like Makino, moving blacks and Latinos, Chinese, European, Japanese, or Korean. No matter what race, as long as you're a human being, you wanna be dancing. Ooh, you can shake it to the east, you can shake it to the west, you can shake it the way we like it. Two, three, break! Stomach Terminator Stomach Terminator Stomach Terminator Stomach Terminator Stomach Terminator Stomach Terminator Stomach Terminator Stomach Terminator Stomach Terminator Stomach Terminator Stomach Terminator Stomach Terminator Stomach Terminator Stomach Terminator Stomach Terminator Stomach Terminator Stomach Terminator Oh you can shake it to the east You can shake it to the west You can shake it to the east Increase the funk Give the crowd more spunk And eliminate the punk With the same old jump Dancers go psycho In my recital It's top speed Like a drink of 40 Now it's a night flow A funky high fidelity Boostin' up the melody Roughly rockin' Surely Sean can't stop And seldomly stomp Clap your hands To the end from the intro Dance to the funky instrumental Move with the quick Standing as a sickness Pick up the girl That got the booty With the thickness I'm talkin' about the one With the Jacqueline fitness I got two thighs And two breasts That's my witness The music attracts All sizes and ages From H to Z In your neighborhood Yellow pages The beat is jammin' Rhymes are slammin' That's what you wanna be Oh you can shake it to the east You can shake it to the west You can shake it to the west Move your hips Swing your arms and kick Watch where you kick This ain't a Chinese flick Avoid conflict Listen to the musician Who put together The sequence composition We entertain I explain the aim Dance insane Like the sniff cocaine It's Terminator and Cee-Lo Not Soul Train Your brain Need a fat dose of Novocaine So you can maintain Without the pain Of thousands of blocks Kickin' like stick shots Spreadin' through the block Like you got chicken pox One one the tape Another one a copy To improve dance steps Of those that are sloppy The song improves Your moves and agility So you make use Of the hip hop utility Cause you wanna be Oh you can shake it to the east You can shake it to the west You can shake it to the west Wanna be I wanna be Wanna be