Didn't you think I knew? Number three, wasn't for the dance crew But it gave me a chance to see Who was REALLY down with BDP I set the warm milk, in
George W's got nothing on me We got to take the power from he When I'm on the mic I feel good to go Like a snow day for school with hot cocoa So don
town Bertha Mason shook it - broke it Then she hung it on a wall Says, "You're dancin' with whom they tell you to Or you don't dance at all." It's tough
[Verse 1:] Now tell me this What u fucking with the lames for girl? Scoop u up out the night and take u to my world Shotgun shells, Beer cans, and
a chance If you wanna dance with me Do you wanna move I can make you move Do you wanna move with me With me Chorus
the streets for as much as they can The only Coke I mess with comes in sixteen ounce cans [Bubba] But would ever consider dancin with the devil for paper? Fly with me
more broke Dance to the drum beat off MP's ASR-10s, trifin tracks with a squeeze So blackout when I roll up with the A-Team And spray things, not in
nigga, check for a nigga You see me Uptown, yo you see me Uptown last night with my new Nike's, satellite gold as hell I stroll well, I protect with
cares if it suns or pours In an hour between trains Barney puts the record on And the aimless rise to dance Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you I see you, George
balls now, so good man,.. don't worry about me I can run with my man needing em ... Let's... some Hold on, hold on, turn the TV on What's up with you
for no lucks or a great escape You may have a lotta beats but you don't know what to do with em So why you fool with em? [x6] You're "Foolin Yourself" with
number hit me up like later on i know u gettin to the money that yo hustle well then get it on lookin great with them stilletos hill shoes with that
lebrons on the curb see my upholstery it got women approachin me some look like they too old for me t.vs hangin appropriately when you see me in
With their hand out waitin' for something Chick like me I waits for nothin' Put in work till the cake come in So breathe easy whenever you need me Just
out, but my conscience ain't lettin' me Tryin' to ignore her but this chick's still textin' me She never met me, but she wanna get in bed with me They
can dress me up in leather pants Put me in front of a rock and roll band I can dance around the stage But I still sing this way I can dance around the
- Why, Lucy, your eyes are filled with tears? - My heart is strained with bloodness Oh look, the orchestra is getting ready, dance with me, George!