| Aiyyo, all they wanna do is dance | 
| That’s all they wanna do | 
| This is that automatic | 
| I stay fresh like I’m wrapped in plastic | 
| P goes spastic, C galactic | 
| Southside boy, we Cadillac it | 
| Charismatic, Asiatic | 
| I hustle for mathematics | 
| Cameras, action, changed the status | 
| Actor tappin' yo' favorite actress | 
| Gucci rockin', coochies poppin' | 
| Movie watchin', booties droppin' | 
| Body movin', showin', provin' | 
| Stylin' and being fly (c'mon) | 
| I touch the masses like a Catholic | 
| Expensive rap shit, my future’s backlit | 
| Interact with the cat who macks and stacks | 
| My vernac' attracts y’all react; | 
| so let’s go, uhh | 
| This is that new shit, keep 'em standing in line | 
| That universal mind control, now move yo' behind | 
| Uh, you know you like it; | 
| it’s calling yo' name | 
| Nigga, this is that new shit, and it don’t feel the same | 
| It’s got that dang da-da-dang d-dang-a-dang dang | 
| Dang diggy dang d-dang-a-dang dang | 
| Bop bop, d-dang d-dang diggy diggy | 
| Bop bop, d-dang d-dang dang | 
| Some pop, some lock, some move robotic | 
| Like cash money I stay in pocket | 
| U.M.C. | 
| r-r-r-rock, don’t stop it | 
| Chicks exotic, mix Hpnotiq | 
| Superhero role boy, I’m bionic | 
| You a fad on some level, I’m a supersonic | 
| Girl, you 'bout it, you can strip like comic | 
| And trance to melodic Technotronic | 
| Beats knockin', seats droppin' | 
| Seeds poppin', streets rockin' | 
| Freakin', shakin, money makin' | 
| Stylin' and being fly | 
| I’m the one the ladies-ladies chose to | 
| Strip and pose to, take off their clothes to | 
| Toast to the one that go coast to coast to | 
| Mr. Global, the focal, let’s go, uhh | 
| This is that new shit, keep 'em standing in line | 
| That universal mind control, now move yo' behind | 
| Uh, you know you like it; | 
| it’s calling yo' name | 
| Nigga, this is that new shit, and it don’t feel the same | 
| It’s got that dang da-da-dang d-dang-a-dang dang | 
| Dang diggy dang d-dang-a-dang dang | 
| Bop bop, d-dang d-dang diggy diggy | 
| Bop bop, d-dang d-dang dang | 
| I am a renegade, I never been afraid | 
| Fresh and I’m get-tin paid | 
| The future future of this age! | 
| From the Chi so I talk this way | 
| Twist the hay and the Grand Marnier | 
| Rock the fly shit like every day | 
| To the top and I’m on my way, let’s go, uhh | 
| This is that new shit, keep 'em standing in line | 
| That universal, mind control now move yo' behind | 
| Uh, you know you like it; | 
| it’s calling yo' name | 
| Nigga, this is that new shit, and it don’t feel the same | 
| It’s got that dang da-da-dang d-dang-a-dang dang | 
| Dang diggy dang d-dang-a-dang dang | 
| Bop bop, d-dang d-dang diggy diggy | 
| Bop bop, d-dang d-dang dang |