to the floor nothing but screams and shouts, whats this about you mister kkk blacks on my side, whites on my side now it's time to play hang man,
you out on the couch For different reasons, you thought I was crazy Catchin' a Greyhound bus down South Collectin' lightning bugs And bring a dead mouse
scene I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams I put it down on and off the record my flats a double decker Marble floors all checkered
leave your money at home, but run to the dance floor They're playing your song {Better believe, better believe} So take your girl by the hand {Mmm, mmm, to the dance floor
got them cars them ladies love Party People! yeah! we gonna party all night And let yo soul, work! ooo! and let yo soul keep on workin' out [Verse 1 -
To my fellas, whoo, I'll got them cars them ladies love Party people, yeah, we gonna party all night And let yo' soul work, ooh, and let yo' soul keep on
Oh yeah, throw your hands in the air Oh yeah, 'cause You got about five seconds to get to the dance floor You got about two more seconds to get to the dance floor
what I'm sayin? (Oh, gots to have that there) Bro, ghetto got me crazy (I feed them children) Dead, I'm on the run (Huh, bro?) nut I gotta gun Man, me and Dead
?m slidin' my feet, stayin' on the beat I dip low, then bring it back slow If you didn?t wanna dance why you on floor? The mamis on the go with Mr. Luck
is vast You sick, drink a NyQuil, well, I'm dead on your Oh well, then here comes the gelatin Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends
was, the like light of heavenly grace, and the first thing that flashed into me gulliver was that I'd like to have her right down there on the floor
and twitching, twisting to the cold dance Watching the room grow old a funeral romance Somewhere, someone's, screaming that the worlds gone Smear me with your blood and let these dead
I got it made without a cleaning hoe No freestyle but this joint is a freebie yo I dead mic's no CB4, I'm dead nice You meanies Joe, where do all the
mail, they get a telephone call It says, "come on, come on . . ." It says, "come on . . ." All the american boys Asleep beneath american shade Awake on
of death is on me Like a halo to the Gods I'm bathed in mortal sorrow My innocence is lost Dance with me my dear On a floor of bones and skulls The
you wanna dance So move, outta your seat And get a fly girl and catch this beat While it's rollin', hold on Pump a little bit and let 'em know it's goin' on
comes the Hammer Yes this is a mission that I'm on Taking out the weak on the microphone I'm hype so talk about the hard hitting Hammer When you came to walk on
th floor Somebody tell me about the rhythm of the dance floor Somebody tell me about I need to know about Me, I?m lost and the radio?s dead Now arrived