They Don't Dance No Mo'-Goodie Mob

歌手 : Goodie Mob

专辑 : Dirty South Classics (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:14

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TXT They Don't Dance No Mo'-Goodie Mob 文本歌词

They Don't Dance No Mo' - Goodie Mob

They don't dance no mo'

(what we doing is sitting around chilling)

They don't dance no mo'

Yeah uh yeah

Did it done it run it

Saying How you want it Leave it

When you finished let me dress it up and made it seem sweet

Like a beach in Martinique

Goodie back up on they feet

Set it straight for the nine-eight

License plate with the triple A

Calling all them cars

Because the club be going left and right

Throwing blows like them pros

Running lows up in the night

Feeling numb from the cup I drank

Holla at them thugs in the back

Baby what you looking fo'

Shawty I ain't showing no slack

People don't dance no mo'

All they do is diss

People don't dance no mo'

All they do is diss

They get off on holding folks hostage

They good

Fo' casing malls and leaving broken glass

Where you park

Those two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyes

Fools calm

Triggers fourth and long

Zone three

Deep coverage man under

We used to break doing eighty-three

2 Live dropped

And we was Throwing That D

They don't fight with fists

They bring they piece

Pat everybody down

Before they leave this piece

People don't dance no mo'

All they do is diss

People don't dance no mo'

All they do is diss

Educate themselves

And went to jail

That filthy morgue

With the core

And high-powered restraining mechanisms

Why is it They slaying this last nigga

Ready to sic em

But I stay cool

And observe them fool and let's just thank

And drank

And clear the way you think

Acting out and about

That gat he pulled

That my partna sawed

And he worked quickly

Was it worth it

He didn't deserve it

Predestined weapons for lessons that we learned

HOT bullets burned

People don't dance no mo'

All they do is diss

People don't dance no mo'

All they do is diss

Wellllll my name is Sugar Low

And this is my trade

For years we been some players

What more can I say

Saturday night at my dance

Throw on a few clothes uhh

Hit Atlanta live

And break a few rolls

Get some drinks

And stroll the halls

Hold the walls

Just in case security can't control the brawls

I still roll the ball

But I done got a little too old

To get all sweaty dancing round wit y'alls

People don't dance no mo'

All they do is diss

People don't dance no mo'

All they do is diss

People don't dance no mo'

All they do is diss

People don't dance no mo'

All they do is diss

People don't dance no mo'

All they do is diss

People don't dance no mo'

All they do is diss

People don't dance no mo'

All they do is diss