Lyrics:
a trance?
If not, at least you'll get the dance down at the Ballroom of Romance!
Whack fol the dah, now swing your partner, leave your troubles at the door,
niggas in da trenches who be moving shit
I’m like a menace 2 society , they watching me
I get to doing my li dance , i’m out my body jeez
Don’t get me
way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend
Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis knew us
You could have crews wit shoes and can't step
I need you to
Get up up on the dance floor
Give that man what he askin' for
'Cause I feel like bustin' loose
And I feel like touchin' you, uh uh
knows
Be to divisive
P-p-pigs in blanket
Pree disguises
No love for the cops
We keep em rightened
d-d-dance to da beat
It Freed out minds quick
Inside in
knows
Be to divisive
P-p-pigs in blanket
Pree disguises
No love for the cops
We keep em rightened
d-d-dance to da beat
It Freed out minds quick
Inside in
dance on me
You look so good, I just wanna put my hands on you
It hurt my eyes when my homie took the stand on me
I'm by your side when this shit get
At the moment, got my eyes on two
ATM nearby, all the cash get through
Please believe, all the tens gettin' jacked by me
And the queens who act shy
Want a king in
Spade and I'm ready to rock)
(What you're gonna do when you get out of jail?)
(You can make it illegal 100 different ways)
(What you're gonna do
doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just
When I come through on the dance floor checkin' out that catalog
Can't
Everybody loves to dance with another summer romance
Uh baby
Everybody likes to move all the fellas having the groove
Uh baby
Everybody move your
No girl named Brian
Not a girl named Brian
And he started to shave
And have one off the wrist
And want to see girls
And go out and get pissed
This man
off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by the SinSquad side
Don't get me
they blocks in Jeeps
First flight out to Cali
Gettin' blocks for cheap
Ain't too much talking, just shop and leave
Shit I'm smokin' is strong like
Yo, it's jack parow here,
Fucking better than a chop (barbecued meat) on the fire
Fucking dance bro
Fucking check it out
Here he fucking comes
crusade
But soon you'll be wearing a toupee
And true say, your crew strayed
You wanna join ours but you're
Too old and too fake
Get my name out your mouth
Lou Rawls!
Peace to this one and that one and them
That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend
Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis
clothes designer
The way she dance is like she no have no spine
We fresh out a quarantine
Gyal if you whine pon the buddy it's a guarantee
Tek off you mask
Hickory Dickory Dock, what I spit out be hot
Get buried with rocks trying to
Mess with my moms
Or my sister and the missus
They be handling sharp
Roll the window open and get the fuck up out the way
'Cause I got throw up in the throat again
I'm on a potion binge
Please quit all 'emotionin"
It's
mix it with Hyp, oh
Ladies. Hennesy and you mix it with Hypnotiq
Incredible Hulk, that rum and coke
I keep it simple when I go out to the club to kick
to killers and the drug dealers
Got to stay true to your block, can't leave the strip until the bricks get done
When you out here in the mix flippin' shit,
the beat
Dance-A-Lot and Joe Cooley
Who would ever thought the two would meet?
Yo Tee word
Hit it! Now Peter was a pipe head
Who weighed it by the pound
He
leave with me, 'cause my wrist is frozen
Pour up, mixing liquor pouring more up
Lean in the styro, finna mix it with some soda
Hold up, nah these bitches
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