Dirgy Dancing

You sure you wanna walk through them doors

Get on that floor

Shake for them boys?

They don't see ya inners all they see is outer dressing

And you ain't dressing well enough to keep those fellas guessing

You sure you wanna step in that club

Weapons and drugs

Reppin' them thugs?

Your sneaks is clean your neck is bling oh you just know you ballin

You so caught up in all that you don't even know you fallin

You the one that's spinning them tracks

You spun that track

You had to run that back

What would happen if all the music that makes your play list

Was hated by your creator and would never make his a list?

Standing in the club playing clue

The lights went low and the thugs came through

The slug came through and hit two in the chest

They said how you gonna do it

You said do it to death

I said

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We don't know

Or we don't care

Either

We don't know

Or we don't care

We just keep on moving

Shakin'

Bouncin'

Groovin'

Holler pop your collar study dirge dancin to our own demise

We don't know

Or we don't care

Either

We don't know

Or we don't care

We just keep on moving

Shakin'

Bouncin'

Groovin'

Clubbin'

Brushin' shoulders study dirge dancin to our own demise

You sure you wanna stand on that block

Handling the rock

Scrambling from cops

You got locked up and got bailed out but watch out

Cuz rap sheets can turn to the jail house rock

You sure you want to be up in them clips

Puckering lips

Trying to be a video vixen?

You think teasing and leaving them hot for some action is sexy but what happens when little girls copy the patterns you set see

That's why the hood looks like it does

We don't like what's good or right we love

Sinning so much it's so much pleasure in the beginning

But we never think of the pain it causes us in the ending

The same cat that came through in coupe

Doin' dirt

On the block

Came through in a hearse

Now his crew is pouring liquor like "you was the best"

I said how yall gonna do it

They said "do it to death"

I said

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The streets aint the only ones dancing dirge

The church got they own style ask the clergy

They see so many cats gliding

It's like they moon walking when they back sliding

So you just wanna sit in them pews

Singing them blues

The spirit aint move?

And if he's moving then how we can't move from our seats and take this blessed message out and bless somebody on them street

You sure you wanna master that style

Dance in them isles

Acting all wild

Is that what life in the church is really all about

Shoutin' and like musical chairs the music stops we fall out?

All outside of what should be the center

We busy cooking dinners and frowning on crooked sinners

Church contest to try to see who's is the best

We do it so good but why we gotta do it to death

I guess

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