Lirik Lagu They Don't Dance No Mo' (Clean) - Goodie Mob
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They don't dance no mo'They don't dance no mo'(what we doin is sittin around chillin)They don't dance no mo'They don't dance no mo'
Verse One: Big Gipp
Yeah, uh, yeahDid it, done it, run it, sayin "How you want it?" Leave itwhen you finished let me dress it up and made it seem sweetLike a beach in Martinique, Goodie back up on they feetSet it straight for the nine-eight, license plate with the triple ACallin all them cars, because the club be goin left and rightThrowin blows like them pros, runnin lows up in the nightFeelin numb from the cup I drank, holla at them thugs in the backBaby what you lookin fo', Shawty I ain't showin no slack
Chorus: repeat 2X
People don't dance no mo'All they do is diss/this (3X)
Verse Two: Khujo
They get off on holdin folks hostageThey good, fo' casin malls and leavin broken glasswhere you park, those two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyesFools calm, triggers fourth and long, zone threeDeep coverage, man underWe used to break doin eighty-three2 Live dropped, and we was Throwin That DThey don't fight with fistsThey bring they piecePat everybody down, before they leave this piece
Chorus
Verse Three: T-Mo
Educate themselves, and went to jail, that filthy morguewith the core, and high-powered restrainin mechanismsWhy is it?They slayin this last nigga, ready to sic embut I stay cool,and observe them fool and let's just thank, and drankand clear the way you think, actin out and aboutthat gat he pulled, that my partna sawedAnd he worked quickly, was it worth it?He didn't deserve itPredestined weapons for lessons that we learnedHOT, bullets burned
Chorus
Verse Four: Cee-Lo
Wellllll, my name is Sugar Low, and this is my tradeFor years we been some players, what more can I say?Saturday night at my dance, throw on a few clothes, uhhHit Atlanta live, and break a few rollsGet some drinks, and stroll the halls, hold the wallsJust in case security can't control the brawlsI still roll the ball, but I done got a little too oldto get all sweaty dancin round wit y'alls
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Verse One: Big Gipp
Yeah, uh, yeahDid it, done it, run it, sayin "How you want it?" Leave itwhen you finished let me dress it up and made it seem sweetLike a beach in Martinique, Goodie back up on they feetSet it straight for the nine-eight, license plate with the triple ACallin all them cars, because the club be goin left and rightThrowin blows like them pros, runnin lows up in the nightFeelin numb from the cup I drank, holla at them thugs in the backBaby what you lookin fo', Shawty I ain't showin no slack
Chorus: repeat 2X
People don't dance no mo'All they do is diss/this (3X)
Verse Two: Khujo
They get off on holdin folks hostageThey good, fo' casin malls and leavin broken glasswhere you park, those two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyesFools calm, triggers fourth and long, zone threeDeep coverage, man underWe used to break doin eighty-three2 Live dropped, and we was Throwin That DThey don't fight with fistsThey bring they piecePat everybody down, before they leave this piece
Chorus
Verse Three: T-Mo
Educate themselves, and went to jail, that filthy morguewith the core, and high-powered restrainin mechanismsWhy is it?They slayin this last nigga, ready to sic embut I stay cool,and observe them fool and let's just thank, and drankand clear the way you think, actin out and aboutthat gat he pulled, that my partna sawedAnd he worked quickly, was it worth it?He didn't deserve itPredestined weapons for lessons that we learnedHOT, bullets burned
Chorus
Verse Four: Cee-Lo
Wellllll, my name is Sugar Low, and this is my tradeFor years we been some players, what more can I say?Saturday night at my dance, throw on a few clothes, uhhHit Atlanta live, and break a few rollsGet some drinks, and stroll the halls, hold the wallsJust in case security can't control the brawlsI still roll the ball, but I done got a little too oldto get all sweaty dancin round wit y'alls
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