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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Salt-N-Pepa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronald Isley
Composer
O'Kelly Isley Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hurby Azor
Producer
Lyrics
We was on the dance floor shakin' our thing
To a funky beat with a go-go swing
Everyone was watching, they stared in shock
Amazed at how Salt-N-Pepa was rockin' the place
With a smile on our face
Some got upset and then tried to base
They called us nasty, said we danced dirty
Claimed we were freaks, cheap even flirty
Pepa got pissed and pulled out a pump
I was all set not to jet but to jump
Spin broke it up and asked not to break
Said they don't understand the way you
Shake your thang, oww
Do what you wanna do
I can't tell you, how to catch a groove
It's your thang (It's your thang)
Do what you wanna do
I won't tell you, who to sock it to
Shake that thang, c'mon, y'all, shake it
We could get loose, but we can't get naked
It's not a crime, it's legal, we innocent
Look again, see? We're just dancin'
Relax a bit, now ain't that better
I think it's time, for you to get a partner
Doe-see, gather in closely
I wanna see the ones that mostly
Front on a cutie, hope you're not fruity
Do your duty and
Shake your thang, oww
Do what you wanna do
I can't tell you, how to catch a groove
It's your thang (It's your thang)
Do what you wanna do
I won't tell you, who to sock it to
Come on, ya'll, shake that thang
You got to just show no shame
I want you to shake that thang
Come on, ya'll, show no shame
Shake your thang, yeah, yeah
Oh, you're looking sweet, baby
Oww, I won't tell you, how to catch a groove
It's my thang, and I'll swing it, the way that I feel
With a little seduction and some sex appeal
It's Friday night, and I just got paid
I'm checking out the fella with the high-top fade
Moving in closely, ready for the kill
Steppin' on the dance floor, think you're ill
But if a guy touch my body, I just put him in check
I said, we just met, we can't do that yet
I'm not a pick-up (No)
This ain't a stick-up (Boy)
I'm not stuck-up (Yeah)
Now turn the kick up
And just rock, baby-pop, don't stop
Stick out your butt, and shake what you got
Shake your thang, oww
Do what you wanna do
I can't tell you, how to catch a groove
It's your thang (It's your thang)
Do what you wanna do
I won't tell you, who to sock it to
Ooh, I like hip-hop mixed with the go-go, baby
It's my thang, and I shake it crazy
Don't try and tell me how to party
It's my dance, yup, and it's my body
The shirt I wear may be low-cut
My jeans fit nice, it shows off my butt
Designer down from head-to-toe
On my hair, neck and fingers is crazy-glow
Now please, stop blushin', we're just dancing, dummy
C'mon, we both know, I don't want you for your money
'Cause we like to rap so we always rhyme
I like to dance, ooh, and I like to grind
I like this song, I like this beat
I'll see you later, where shall we
Shake your thang, oww
Do what you wanna do
I can't tell you, how to catch a groove
It's your thang (It's your thang)
Do what you wanna do
I won't tell you, who to sock it to
Written by: O'Kelly Isley Jr., Ronald Isley