nothin' I know how to move them things It's just a few that live to talk about it Comin' through the airport And they holla they lava Cruisin' rag top
drunk drivin past the boys in the blue Talkin to you Chorus [Treach] Poo-tang..tang
We can do it on the beach in the sunlight We can do it anywhere that you like, girl Long as you do it, and do it, all night Poo-tang, tang, no scallywagging
go Fuck the tango, do the fandango Triple step, right left, then you let your dame go Spin around 'til you get a hangover Take your doo rag off, let
went to talk to Omie Wise She said I never did trust religious guys And the heat is rising from Octobers throat She says ?uptown boy, hey can you dance the tango
hollow thangs in your body Lodi-dodi, I drinks Bacardi, gets dick hard drunk When I'm off that skunk punk And you don't wanna dance tingo tango I let
them hollow thangs in your body Lodi-dodi I drinks Bacardi Gets dick hard drunk When I'm off that skunk punk And you don't wanna dance tingo tango I
Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now? Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah Historical and monumental shit What the fuck now? Yeah
teachin' la conga In her little cabana in old Havana We were doin' the Charleston and ballin' the Jack And then that old black bottom 'til they started that jitterbug rag
Tang's holdin' down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions And it looks like it's goin' to be another sure win for Team Wu-Tang As they take home another pot
Muzzy: My daddy was a rag-time trombone player, My mommy was a rag-time cabaret-er. They met one day at a tango tea, There was a syncopated wedding,
Take a free ride on my dart, I got the dashin catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods [Ol Dirty Bastard] Da saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
brain go Fuck the tango do the Fandango Triple step, right left, then you let'cha dame go Spin around 'til you get a hangover Take your doo rag off, let
-Tang's holdin down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions And it looks like it's goin to be another sure win for Team Wu-Tang As they take home another pot of
[Busta Rhymes] Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now? Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now? Yeah yeah yeah.. Historical and monumental shit What
bake the cake but you can't get a crumb From, Get physical, Lyrical, Spiritual Ultimate, And all that good shit I love brag'n, Gots to rag it, Flash
to talk to Omie Wise She said I never did trust religious guys And the heat is rising from Octobers throat She says uptown boy Hey can you dance the tango