Lyrics:
stripping in bars
Me and you 'Clef, against the odds
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going
Let's dance in style
Let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you
can make you dance
Put you in a trance baby, you can count on that
You can take a chance baby, take me by the hand
But I just wanna dance baby, I just
stripping in bars
Me and you 'Clef, against the odds
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going
make me really lump up in tha pants
Every time I see your sexy ass do that dance
And you can tell your friends you know a
Nigga with a dick like
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
with me,
It's a blue invitation, just come with me.
Shorty if you want to dance and groove with me, this is your invitation
If you want to dance
of atlantic city, new jersey.
Howard kaylan:
He's making me do this, ladies and gentlemen. I wouldn't do it if it weren't for this. you noticed, all through
said "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is
I just wanna dance and show you what I got
(I see you look at me) boy I like the way
(Do you feel my energy?) Can't you feel me?
(Do you like
niggas they take it lightly
'96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch
Me and you
Your mama and your cousin too
breakin you
Taxin without askin and trackin and snakin you
Makin you succumb to the drums of gangstarr
By far we are, truly gifted ones son
But if you were
on the clouds
Who, who, who is it?
You, you, you can look up, I never come down
I tap dance on the clouds
New type of warrior
Modern day hippie if I get enough
was tired and awake for some time
Then my lights hit a welcoming sign
It said if you're alone
You can make this your home
If you want to
Owwww
Written by pam reswick/steve werfel
Background vocals: natalie cole
Let me look at you, just look at you
You're a sight for sore eyes, yes you are
females get jealous
Okay smarty, go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showin' body
A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her
But you're standin'
on the floor
Couple shots and patrons
She start dancin' like a hoe
Bend it over
Touch them toes
Girl you do that like a pro
You know you bad with all that
God can do anything
I miss the old version of you
I miss the old version of you
It's the fourth of July and you snapped me
I'm Sitting around with my
de terre,
And always croquette,
I am from angleterre and you are from france,
And you will honour me by having a dance.
[Chorus]
Straight
And where's the key to the hatchback pop that
Get in throw a bag full of mice and then respect that
[Girl] 4X
What party can you go to, and Wu ain't
be sad
Cause the lyrics belong to ice, you can call me dad
You're pitchin' a fit, so step back and endure
Let the witch doctor, ice, do the dance
seemed when I would dance
We lived a stone’s throw from the palace
A simple country girl who had a dream
The ladies passing by, a better class than I
How
I been known to kiss and tell
Send girls to wishing wells
If you're my man, I want you to myself
I know I'll have enemies
Long as you're into
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