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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young MC
Performer
Diplo
DJ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Dike
Songwriter
Marvin Young
Songwriter
Luther Rabb
Songwriter
Jim Walters
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ah, uh, ah, uh
Bust, bust, bust a move
Bust, bust, bust a move
Bust, bust, bust a move (ah-ah, yeah)
Bust, bust, bust a move
This here's a tale for all the fellas
Tryin' to do what those ladies tell us
Get shot down 'cause ya over-zealous
Play hard to get females, get jealous
Okay smarty go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showin' body
A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her
But you're standin' on the wall like you was Poindexter
Next day's function high class luncheon
Food is served and you're stone-cold munchin'
Music comes on, people start to dance
But then you ate so much you nearly split your pants
A girl starts walkin', guys start gawkin'
Sits down next to you and starts talkin'
Says she wants to dance 'cause she likes to groove
So come on fatso and just bust a move
If you want it, you got it
If you want it, baby, you got it (just bust a move)
If you want it, you got it
If you want it, baby, you got it
If you want it, you got it
If you want it, baby, you got it (just bust a move)
If you want it, you got it
If you want it, baby, you got it, uh
You're on a mission and you're wishin'
Someone could cure your lonely condition
Lookin' for love in all the wrong places
No fine girls, just ugly faces
From frustration first inclination
Is to become a monk and leave the situation
But every dark tunnel has a light of hope
So don't hang yourself, with a celibate rope
Your movie's showin', so you're goin'
Could care less about the five you're blowin'
Theater gets dark just to start the show
Then ya spot a fine woman sittin' in your row
She's dressed in yellow, she says "Hello
Come sit next to me, you fine fellow"
You run over there without a second to lose
And what comes next, hey, bust a move
If you want it, you got it
If you want it, baby, you got it (just bust a move)
If you want it, you got it
If you want it, baby, you got it
In this city, ladies look pretty
Guys tell jokes so they can seem witty
Tell a funny joke just to get some play
Then you try to make a move and she says, "No way"
Girls are fakin' goodness sakin'
They want the man who brings home the bacon
Got no money and you got no car
Then you got no women and there you are
Some girls are sadistic, materialistic
Lookin' for a man makes them opportunistic
They're lyin' on a beach perpetratin' a tan
So that a brother with the money can be their man
So on the beach you're strollin' real high rollin'
Everythin' you have is yours and not stolen
A girl runs up with somethin' to prove
So don't just stand there bust a move
Uh, if you want it, you got it
You want it, baby, you got it
If you want it, you got it
You want it, baby, you got it
Uh, if you want it, you got it
You want it, baby, you got it
If you want it, you got it
You want it, baby, you got it
(Break it down for me, fellas)
Ah, uh, ah, uh
Ah, uh, ah, uh
Ah, hey, yeah, ah, ah, hey, yeah, ah, ah
Ah, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, give it up, ah
Ah, hey, yeah, ah, ah, ah, hey, yeah
Ah, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah
Ah, hey, yeah, yeah, ah, hey, yeah, ah
Ah, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah
Ah, hey, yeah, yeah, ah, ah, yeah, ah
Ah, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah
Written by: Jim Walters, Luther Rabb, Marvin Young, Matt Dike, Mike Ross