Special Secrets Lyrics - No Doubt

Ah, dirrty (dirrty) 

Filthy (filthy) 

Nasty (Oh) Christina you nasty (yeah) 

Too dirrty to clean my act up (uh huh) 

If you ain't dirrty, you ain't here to party (Woo) 

Ladies (Move), Gentlemen (Move) 

Somebody ring the alarm, a fire in the room 

Ring the alarm... and I'm throwin' elbows 

Ring the alarm... and I'm throwin' elbows 

Ring the alarm... and I'm throwin' elbows 

Ring the alarm... and I'm throwin' elbows 

(Ha Ha) 

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Uh-Let me loose 

Oooh, I'm over due, gimme some room, comin' through 

Paid my dues, I'm in the mood, me and my girls come to shake the room 

DJ's spinnin', show your hands 

Let's get dirrty, that's my jam 

I need that, uh to get me off, sweatin' until my CLOTHES come off 

It's explosive, speakers are thumpin' 

Still jumpin', six in the mornin' 

Table dancin', glasses are crashin' 

No question time for some action 

Temperatures up (can you feel it), 'bout to erupt 

Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise 

Chorus: 

Gonna get rowdy, gonna get a little unruly 

Get it fired up in a hurry 

Wanna get dirrty, it's about time that I came to start the 

Party, sweat drippin' over my body 

Dancin, gettin' just a little naughty 

Wanna get dirrty, it's about time for my arrival 

Photos 

Ah, heat is up, ladies, fellas drop your cups 

Bodies packed, front to back, move your ass, I like that 

Tight hip huggers, low for show 

Shake a little somethin' on the floor 

I need that, uh to get me off, sweatin' till my clothes come off 

Let's get open, cause a commotion 

Still goin' eight in the mornin' 

There's no stoppin' we keep it poppin' 

Hard rockin', everyone's talkin' 

Give all you got (give it to me), just hit the spot 

Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise 

Chorus 

Here it comes it's the one you've been wait'n on 

Get up get it rough, yup that's what's up 

Givin' just what you love to the maximum 

Uh oh, here we go 

What to do when the music starts to drop 

And that's when we take it to the parking lot 

And I bet you somebody's gonna call the cops 

Uh oh, here we go 

Yo, hot dang, Doc and Jam like a summer show 

I keep my car looking like a crash dummy drove 

My gear look like the bank got my moneyfroze 

For dead presidents I pimp like Huddy roll 

Doc the one that excite ya divas (ow! ) 

If the media shine, I'm shining with both of the sleeves up 

Yo Christina (what?), better hop in here 

My block live and in color, like Rodman hair (yeah) 

The club is packed, the bar is filled 

I'm waiting for sister to act, like Lauryn Hill 

Frankly, it's a rap, no bargain deals 

I drive a four wheel ride with foreign wheels 

Throw it up 

Baby it's Brick City, you heard of that? 

We blessed, and hung low, like Bernie Mac (Bernie Mac?) 

Dogs, let'em out, women, let 'em in 

It's like I'm ODB, the way I'm freakin' 

Chorus x3 

Uh, what?