Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle，

搖得地板都在顫，

Snoop叼著松煙，

Derulo拍著手板，

蜜桃跳得比鼓點(diǎn)還閃；

Hey pretty mama，

讓全場(chǎng)的聚光都跟你旋轉(zhuǎn)，

屁股寫(xiě)節(jié)拍，

腿畫(huà)波浪線，

再wiggle一下，

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Yeah, still puffin’ on that chronic leaf,

Beats still bangin’ like a villain in the street.

Black ’64 swervin’ low, let the speakers blow,

Compton in my rearview, still runnin’ the show.

Cuban link swingin’, wrist still gleamin’ frost,

Counted all my blessings, never counted what I lost.

Dre back, scalp the game, let the bassline bleed,

Still D.R.E., bitch—legend’s all I ever need.

California dreamin’ on a sugar high,

tan-lines flash like July lightning,

bubble-gum pop on a roller-coaster ride,

palm trees twerking, moonshine brightening.

West-coast kisses, salt on our skin,

Snoop’s low flow drifts in like tide,

we’re cherry-bomb bells that never wear thin,

forever young in the golden state night.