"Can't dance" party So you wouldn't have to "Can't dance" all alone You can't dance! You can't dance! You can't dance! You can't dance! You can't dance
can't dance" people when you were a "can't dance" kid. You live in a "can't dance" house, went out in a "can't dance" car, your doofy "can't dance" father
Bản dịch: Ll Cool J. You Can't Dance.
whats up all of this dancing gets you off of I notice you because your friends is freakin starstruck Hey you got more of that, you sayin shy swag Until you
to let them know who these little niggas owned by. You dance to my song like a little cheerleader, now you want to be a rapper but that dona??t work neither, you
t come, I'll get up and make some First you crawl before you walk First you think before you talk I found in life that you wear a hard hat Protect your
short and purple Belly dancing in a circle When I feel like this I can't resist Stop it, don't make me hurt you She said You got, you got, you got What
take you places you can?t go I woulda been a catcher behind the plate but you can?t throw 'Cause you don?t know but you don?t hear me though Yo, check
refused to feed it They sold you for a dollar like slaves in iron collars A*R's chase you with bloodhounds and rottweilers You went to the highest bidder, you
is how it goes Gotta make it do I don't wanna go but if you can't, try to do it like this Pop a bottle when you hit the club Tippin' ball well, get
't care if they try to avoid us I don't care what they do I don't care about anything else but Me and you boo, me and you boo, me and you boo I don't
he'll turn the party out sayin', "This is my muthafuckin' house" And y'all got to go through the door And if you can't find the door He'll help you with
duck and [PMD] MC's, the final countdown You look tired, can you go the round? If you can, I'll slap your hand and give you credit And if not, I'll
string it up Or you can share your essence with us, 'cause everything about you Couldn't be rugged and ruff and even though you tote a Glock and you'
could you live with it? You're broke, you're weak, you're starvin, you're hungry You're lost, you're gone, you're dissed You are so mad, you're angry
says that to you He never gives you compliments Yo he be givin' you flowers baby And tellin' you how much he cares for you Does he hold you and caress you and give you
Go 'head, baby I chopped you, chewed you, baked you and stewed you That stopped you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you No good niggaboo
