Paul Oakenfold, Spitfire - Pump It Up

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Pump, pump, pump it up
Pump, pump, pump it up
Pump, pump, pump it up
Pump, pump, pump it up
When I walk into the club
All the bitches show me love
Give me kisses give me hugs
All I wanna do is fuck
I live for cheap thrills
I find in little pills
Or hundred dollar bills
We all know pop kills
Raise your hands, pump it up
Raise your hands, pump it up
Raise your hands, pump it up
Raise your hands, pump it up
Raise your hands and pump it up
When I step into the scene
All the bitches they love me
They wanna dance and talk to me
All I wanna do is fuck
I love myself to death
I’m better than the best
Some say I’m clueless
DJ this beat is sick
Raise your hands, pump it up
Raise your hands, pump it up
Raise your hands, pump it up
Raise your hands, pump it up
Raise your hands and pump it up
Get your hands up, come on get your hands up
Get your hands up, come on get your hands up
Get your hands up, come on get your hands up
Get your hands up, pump it up, pump it up
When I walk into the club
All the bitches show me love
Give me kisses give me hugs
All I wanna do is fuck
I live for cheap thrills
I find in little pills
Or hundred dollar bills
We all know pop kills
Raise your hands, pump it up
Raise your hands, pump it up
Raise your hands, pump it up
Raise your hands, pump it up
Raise your hands, pump it up
Raise your hands, pump it up
Raise your hands, pump it up
Raise your hands, pump it up
Raise your hands and pump it up