Lyrics:
yourself, now walk it by yourself (let me see you do)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance (do the Kidz Bop dance)
Down, down, do your dance, do your
walkin' by yourself, walkin' by yourself (here we go)
And do the Kidz Bop Shuffle
Now let me see your do the Kidz Bop Shuffle
Now let me see your do
eyes, thinking about them days
Damn time flies
This tune I made here is a real kidz bop
For all the kids with scars on their knees from the blacktop
Jewish)
Little Priest Bo-o-o-o-oy
Little Priest Boy (Do other priests touch kids or is it my priest)
Touched by a priest
That Little Priest Boy (I wish that
your dad (ask him man)
And if you don't believe him, ask your mom (that's right)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will)
So kids
your dad (ask him man)
And if you don't believe him, ask your mom (that's right)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will)
So kids
thrift shop
Aye, fuck yo thrift shop
Mates boy you get popped
Rock on my wristwatch
Did it in my flip flops
All you boys is Kidz Bop
Now that's what I call
A message to the main oh, oh, oh
Yeah, seasons come and go but I will never change
And I am on my way
Oh Oh Oh Oh
(Oh)
Kidz Bop let's go?
Oh,
radio
Cuz these hip hop pop punk rock kids got no soul
Either way we’re proud to welcome back the star of the show
So put your hands together for Mr
radio
Cuz these hip hop pop punk rock kids got no soul
Either way we’re proud to welcome back the star of the show
So put your hands together for Mr
the opposition make a pit stop
By the drip drop, get popped while some Kidz Bops playin'
Yeah, all my daughters know that this ain't only talk
My only thought
to be besties
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
Don't want to wait on it tonight I want to be besties
Tonight I wanna be
Kids Bop Kidz
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
sorry, kid. I'm so sorry.
Mr. Fart ran away
and Ms. Fart came back to her house.
Oh, dear! What happened to you?
"Mom, Mr. Fart from the upper village came
Tinted with them choppers though
We spin yo block my Mr softee
Spot you like a domino
Simon say he want you dead
I say that you got to go
So we gone drop
your eyes and
If I come by and put my finger in your butt
You're the one
Tom: I think that Satan has
A couple of comments tom
Satan: Well kids, it's
at DeMoulas
Rock with the truest cats on your block
Then bop to this
Come on, yeah, shop at DeMoulas'
Y'all know who this is
They can't fuck with the rudest kid
Damn
Uh uh uh
This shit fie
Yeah
Uh
Yup
Aye shoutout the bro Kimbo no slice
Hoping you stackin yo bread by the slice
My homie used to take us on them
influenced
Not kidz bop music but the kids bop to it
Better play stupid take the game and reboot it
Now your song getting skipped
No debate I'm undisputed
me I got love for you too
But it's out with the old in with the new
You can stop with the pish posh
I am Hip-Hop these niggas' Kidz Bop
I kid not
Oh ev'ry afternoon
When the clock strikes four
(Bop-bee-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, bee-ba)
A crazy bunch of kids
Crash through that door, yeah
Uh, this that Harlem music right here, this that Diddy Bop
Get ready for the winter music right here, this what it is [Incomprehensible]
You know me
the ceiling
(I never knew I'd)
I don't do Black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I drive
a baby's how I see it when you get mad
Use a voice that makes you cry and call the FIB FAB, F-B-I
And then I'll slide into a Kidz Bop
Overthink, don't even
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