No  no  the booty don’t lie
Oh no  the booty don’t lie

No  no  the booty don’t lie

Oh no  the booty don’t lie

No  no  the booty don’t lie

Oh no  the booty don’t lie
No  no  the booty don’t lie

Oh no  the booty don’t lie
Am I a freak for dancing around

Am I a freak for getting down

I’m coming up  don’t cut me down

Yeah I wanna be

I heard this life is just a play with no rehearsal

I wonder will this be my final act tonight

And tell me what’s the price of fame

Am I a sinner with my skirt on the ground

“Are we a lost generation of our people
Add us to equations but they’ll never make us equal
She who writes the movie owns the script and the sequel
So why ain’t the stealing of my rights made illegal
They keep us underground working hard for the greedy
But when it’s time pay they turn around and call us needy
My crown too heavy like the Queen Nefertiti
Gimme back my pyramid  I’m trying to free Kansas City

But you gotta testify
Because the booty don’t lie
No  no  the booty don’t lie
Oh no  the booty don’t lie

Mixing masterminds like your name Bernie Grundman
Well I’m gonna keep leading like a young Harriet Tubman
You can take my wings but I’m still goin’ fly
And even when you edit me the booty don’t lie
Yeah  keep singing and I’mma keep writing songs
I’m tired of Marvin asking me  “What’s Going On
March to the streets ‘cuz I’m willing and I’m able
Categorize me  I defy every label