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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, yeah

Did it, done it, run it, sayin "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

Callin all them cars, because the club be goin left and right

Throwin blows like them pros, runnin lows up in the night

Feelin numb from the cup I drank, holla at them thugs in the back

Baby 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 hostage

They good, fo` casin malls and leavin 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 doin eighty-three

2 Live dropped, and we was Throwin That D

They don`t fight with fists

They bring they piece

Pat everybody down, before they leave this piece



Chorus



Verse Three: T-Mo



Educate themselves, and went to jail, that filthy morgue

with the core, and high-powered restrainin mechanisms

Why is it? They slayin 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, actin 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



Chorus



Verse Four: Cee-Lo



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 dancin round wit y`alls



Chorus



Chorus



Chorus

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, yeah

Did it, done it, run it, sayin "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

Callin all them cars, because the club be goin left and right

Throwin blows like them pros, runnin lows up in the night

Feelin numb from the cup I drank, holla at them thugs in the back

Baby 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 hostage

They good, fo` casin malls and leavin 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 doin eighty-three

2 Live dropped, and we was Throwin That D

They don`t fight with fists

They bring they piece

Pat everybody down, before they leave this piece



Chorus



Verse Three: T-Mo



Educate themselves, and went to jail, that filthy morgue

with the core, and high-powered restrainin mechanisms

Why is it? They slayin 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, actin 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



Chorus



Verse Four: Cee-Lo



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 dancin round wit y`alls



Chorus



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