Lyrics:
get ya mind right baby you Tina and I'm Ike
Bring that ass over here dance with Ike or we gone fight
What it do baby girl
Get on the dance floor
wants the garbage cans clanging in the street?
Suddenly I do
They're always popping their cork-
I'll fix that line-
The cops, the cabbies,
and dance and move your body across the floor
Go on and do your thing until you're feelin' sore
(I can't dance no more)
Get on up and dance
(let's dance
a spanish chic my friends say
that loves head, salsa, merengue
mi favora con esta chocha
like Ricky Martin, livin la vida loca
Chorus:
(Beatnuts)
I love
a the black sheet
Yet im classy nigga that chic
I guess they figure since a nigga hair is nappy
That I gotta sell crack, and I pack heat, fuck it
Im just trying
after nobody thinks it's chic
Because I don't require approval in the end
In aught-four, D-Kwon's Dance Grooves swept the country
And suddenly old
that time inside (Yeah)
Show me all the things you do
(Baby)
Touchin up on your skin
Places that you've never been
Slow Dance
Slow Dance
Slow Dance
You
on the kid, hatin cuz I do the most
I told all yall that ima take it far But til then ima show & prove
All my diamonds dance at night They be shining like
That's why this one is fo' tha (girls on the dance floor)
Hey, girl (what you know about these stereotypes?)
I take a shot of Patron
Two shots then its
just like some static do
That's just the way she acts, a little attitude
Cause she's a gangsta nig, she'll never show you gratitude
Shawty est en talons
hands baby
Moving like that
Ain't nowhere that you can't take me
You supply
I'll supply the demand baby
Do you love the way I dance baby?
Do you love
We all dance to a different tempo
We all dance with a different step
We all dance until the music dies
As we dance you take us by surprise
I do all
Sunday roast, ah (shocking)
You can't deny-y-y (can't deny)
You looked in my eye, eye, eye (right in my eye)
When I walk by-y-y
'Cause you know that
but somehow I still mislead her
By the liter, when I pour up that Wockesha
Brazilian wax on that, I call that alopecia
I twist his cap right back
I
(Spiritual)
That's all a nigga be needing a ride or die chic who would kill 4 you (Yeah)
I felt this way from beginning (Yea)
With you I knew I would be winning
(Spiritual)
That's all a nigga be needing a ride or die chic who would kill 4 you (Yeah)
I felt this way from beginning (Yea)
With you I knew I would be winning
mighty pride
I move soul I I soul hand by hand, side by side
With my sistren extended kin sing
Keep on moving and don't stop
Do you get the gist
Just like David
Gonna do my dance
And we gon'
Follow Jesus
To the promised land
That's why I
Lift my voice high
And sing praise to the Lord now
Do you think that we could risk an evening at the Ritz!
Another shabby hotel room would really blitz my ego.
Why must we meet like this! Sharing
hundreds i can even get your Bitch fucked
Thats the dirty money gang we got it by sellin' drugs
I ain't stoppin shit till i get a brand new Bentley truck
I
dance an' it's comin' yo' way
It was started in Miami by the Ghetto Deejays
Say, some call it nasty but that's not true
Just the only dance that you can
about to tap it's teomo mi amor
I can't take no more
I feel I'ma need my surf board
I got her wetter than the ocean
She say I'm the shyt that thick chic
turn it up, that's really how you work the V
Your stash ain't never dry if you getting your work from me
We do this shit perfectly, we're enough
I do my dance
When I think of You, got to clap my hands, clap my hands
I'm gonna praise God while I got the chance
Watch me while I do my dance
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