, yo, come on Yeah, check-check-check-check me out Check-check-checkin' me out, come on Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me out Come on
well known, born to dance when the heat is on Stapleton days, shoot himself in the groin' The gun went off, it looked like a flick When he fell to the floor
or how we design My niggas might find ya Layin' in the tropics, big dick shit on park They way his Clarks look, niggas on top it Movin' out, colored
garlic, never in the target When the narc's hit, rumor is you might start to spit You nice Lord, sweet daddy grace, wind lifted On the dance floor, mangoes
On, Come On, Come On mutha What? Muthafucka that's Right, All Day, All Night come On, Get Down, Yes Y'all And to The Right Beat And You Can Even Dance
club with my homies Tryna get a lil' V-I, but keep it down on the low key 'Cause you know how it is I saw the shorty she was checkin' up on me From the
get a lil V-I, keep it down on the low key, cause you know how it feels. I said shorty she was checkin up on me, from the game she was spittin my ear
and Cris I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz We on the dance floor
with my homies tryin' to get a little V-I Keep it down on the low key 'cause you know how it feels I saw Shorty, she was checkin' up on me From the game
I'm figgida like a fire don't fan it The mind of a mad man seen through the windows of my eyes Dance or die (you are) (dead) (hit man) You don't wanna dance
everybody on the dance floor If you want a little Faygo and you want it fast say- Fuck everybody on the dance floor If you like feeling up on your homeboy
woke up on the floor Underneath the carpet, underneath the boards I'm gaged with a dead rat, I lay for many weeks The rat comes back to life and is chewing on
fuck chief simmons and his drunk ass clique and every other rock band that stole my shit we real juggalo's with the dead we dance and i'll kick your
I'm Jay, I make up the trey Now check out the dance that I display It's called the pause A new thing on the dance floor First you move, then you stop
seat And get a fly girl and catch this beat While it's rolling Hold on Pump a little bit and let 'em know it's going on Like that Like that Cold on a mission so fall on
thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail. We started on at the streak of dawn, but, God, he looked ghastly pale! He crouched on the sleigh, and he
bizarre lecture I'm a what, party animal, horny and a punani cannibal Can nobody calm me, the killa Dahni is a Zombie and Ho Ladies on the dance floor
your ass on the dance floor You lazy bitch in order to bring the bread cream in I got to keep them heads ringin' You trip and you's a dead demon No spread