They Dont Dance No Mo Clean Lyrics by Goodie Mob

They Dont Dance No Mo Clean Lyrics

    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

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