POISON (MC5) The partisans not the artisans Are doing their dirty show But i ripped my pants Doing some dance That i learned in France And they think
's in control Took the boy off the dance floor Screaming in his ear Must've said somethin' 'bout me 'Cause he's lookin over here You lookin' at me With a sexy attitude
lookin for romance But when I 'm around you know you haven't got a chance You're always wearing those hot pants But I know that no one wants to dance
late night, feelin right Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home (I can take home) She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude
re talkin' 'bout your "Feeling you's" So what, never told you to buy me shoes So what, now you're rolling with an attitude Plus the word on the streets
don't care Get a light skinned nigga with long hair I spoke, you act like you mad at a dude I don't give a fuck 'bout your bad attitude It's in me, I
you can't stop me Hungry, starvin' wanna eat food Cheesy food till the body gets red And I won't feed myself until I'm full up Full up to the dance,
I can't face defeat I did it all in a week Still incomplete as I stand on my feet It take a lot to still dance to the beat Skin more cold and callous
" and so I play dumb 'Cause when I tell em where I stay, it doesn't get better Live in South Central, they assume you got a jail record A stereotypical attitude
flow Would like to just let yourselves go and doowutchyalike Yeah, well tonight's your night Just eat food, try not to be crude or rude Kill the attitude
down till I flash the light (You deserve a break today, have it your way) Funk is not domestically produced, ho There's nothing that the proper attitude
cardiac cerebral action Retro is my Roots for my peoples with the plats and braids are twist clean, cuts or fros beneath the hats and do the dance, does
I'd flow get on the mic and say, yo one two, test and MC's start fessin' Jettin' 'cause my weapon among the children was my gung-ho attitude To use
they ever gonna stop? Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making those hits? Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making us dance
that kid We never drink champagne in the club we got the Henney up We copped a Chevy truck jew bangs be heavy plus We got the halls poppin' We got the dance
, but I, had to go 'Cause New York DJ's changed the flows To clothes and hoes, but that wasn't me I'll be damned if I dance for the MTV So in 1998, I
in yo mouth she told me (Violent J) My name is J The kids call me Jiggy pants 'cause I can play the flute And make my dick start ta dance Like a snake
with hate and I can't face defeat (nope) I did it all in a week still incomplete as I stand on my feet it take a lot to still dance to the beat skin more