Hey, you! Yeah, I'm talking to you, sassy girl. Need a little ah in your step? Try this on for size. It's pop! It tastes great, it makes you feel kind of funny. Not here, not down there, but all up in this area. And, coming July 24, 2001, Jumbo Pop! Dirty Pop! E.T. Yo! E.T. Sticking tighter here in all these beats we'll talk about. What's the deal with this pop life, and when is it gonna fade out? The thing you got to realize, what we're doing is not a trend. We got the grip, the melody, we're gonna bring it till the end, come on now. All that matters, about the car we drive, what I wear around my neck. All that matters, is that you recognize, that it's just about respect. Doesn't matter, about the clothes I wear, and where I go and why. All that matters, is that you get hyped, and we'll do it to you every time, come on now. Ever wonder why, this music gets you high? It takes you on a ride, feel it when your body starts to rock. Body starts to rock. Baby, you can't stop. You can't stop. This is all you got. Come on now. It's me, it's me. Dirty Pop! Baby, baby, you can't stop. I know you like this. Dirty Pop! It's me, it's me. Now, why you wanna try to classify the type of thing that we do? Cause we're just fine doing what we like, and we say the same for you. I'm tired of feeling all around me animosity. Just worry about drugs, cause I'm on your mind. Now people, can't you see? Doesn't matter, about the car I drive, all the ice around my neck. All that matters, is that you recognize, that it's just about respect. Doesn't matter, about the clothes I wear, and where I go and why. All that matters, is that you get hyped, and we'll do it to you every time, come on. Every one of you, why? Why? You get it too high. Get it too high. Makes you wanna move high. Feel it, when more. Lies, lies, you gotta stop the ride. Baby, you can't stop. You can't stop. This is all you got. Baby, come on. It's me, it's me. Man, I'm tired of singing. Oh. That's right. Put your hands in the air, then you never wanna leave, Motown. Boy, could you give a heart beaten a little slip? One, two. Oh. St-St-Stop the rhyme. When your body starts to rock. You-You-You can't stop. And that's all you got Is H.O.S.P. I'm H.O.S.P.