Pop

PopDirty pop, yo

B.T.

Sick and tired of hearing

All these people talk about

What s the deal with this pop life

And when is gonna fade out

The thing you got to realize

What we doing is not a trend

We got the gift of melody

We gonna bring it till the end

(Come on now)

It doesn t matter

Bout the car I drive or

What I wear around my neck

All that matters

Is that you recognize

That it s just about respect

About the clothes I wear

And where I go and why

Is that you get hyped and

We ll do it to you every time

Do you ever wonder why

This music gets you high?

It takes you on a ride

Feel it when your body

Starts to rock

(Your body starts to rock)

Baby you can t stop

(You can t stop)

And the music s all you got

Come on now

This must be, pop

Dirty pop

I know you

Like this dirty pop

This must be

Now, why you wanna try

To classify the type of thing

That we do

Cause we re just fine

Doin what we like

Can we say the same for you?

Tired of feelin all

Around me animosity

Just worry about yours

Cause I ma get mine

Now people can t you see

The ice around my neck

That it s just about respect (oh)

We ll give it to you every time

(Come on)

Do you ever wonder why (Why?)

(Music gets you high)

Feel it when your

Body starts to rock

Baby come on

Ooh

Man I m tired of singing

Dirty, dirty, dirty pop

Do you ever wonder?

[Echoes]

*NSYNC

(Oh)

(Every wonder why)

(When your body

Starts to rock)

(Baby don t stop)

(Ever wonder)

The music s all you got

baby Come on