Текст (слова) песни: Goodie Mob - They Don`t Dance No Mo` (Clean)

They don`t dance no mo`
They don`t dance no mo`
(what we doin is sittin around chillin)
They don`t dance no mo`
They don`t dance no mo`

Verse One: Big Gipp

Yeah, uh, yeah
Did it, done it, run it, sayin "How you want it?" Leave it
when you finished let me dress it up and made it seem sweet
Like a beach in Martinique, Goodie back up on they feet
Set it straight for the nine-eight, license plate with the triple A
Callin all them cars, because the club be goin left and right
Throwin blows like them pros, runnin lows up in the night
Feelin numb from the cup I drank, holla at them thugs in the back
Baby what you lookin fo`, Shawty I ain`t showin no slack

Chorus: repeat 2X

People don`t dance no mo`
All they do is diss/this (3X)

Verse Two: Khujo

They get off on holdin folks hostage
They good, fo` casin malls and leavin broken glass
where you park, those two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyes
Fools calm, triggers fourth and long, zone three
Deep coverage, man under
We used to break doin eighty-three
2 Live dropped, and we was Throwin That D
They don`t fight with fists
They bring they piece
Pat everybody down, before they leave this piece

Chorus

Verse Three: T-Mo

Educate themselves, and went to jail, that filthy morgue
with the core, and high-powered restrainin mechanisms
Why is it? They slayin this last nigga, ready to sic em
but I stay cool,and observe them fool and let`s just thank, and drank
and clear the way you think, actin out and about
that gat he pulled, that my partna sawed
And he worked quickly, was it worth it? He didn`t deserve it
Predestined weapons for lessons that we learned
HOT, bullets burned

Chorus

Verse Four: Cee-Lo

Wellllll, my name is Sugar Low, and this is my trade
For years we been some players, what more can I say?
Saturday night at my dance, throw on a few clothes, uhh
Hit Atlanta live, and break a few rolls
Get some drinks, and stroll the halls, hold the walls
Just in case security can`t control the brawls
I still roll the ball, but I done got a little too old
to get all sweaty dancin round wit y`alls

Chorus

Chorus

Chorus

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Goodie Mob - They Don`t Dance No Mo` (Clean) They don`t dance no mo` They don`t dance no mo` (what we doin is sittin around chillin) They don`t dance no mo` They don`t dance no mo` Verse One: Big Gipp Yeah, uh, yeah Did it, done it, run it, sayin "How you want it?" Leave it when you finished let me dress it up and made it seem sweet Like a beach in Martinique, Goodie back up on they feet Set it straight for the nine-eight, license plate with the triple A Callin all them cars, because the club be goin left and right Throwin blows like them pros, runnin lows up in the night Feelin numb from the cup I drank, holla at them thugs in the back Baby what you lookin fo`, Shawty I ain`t showin no slack Chorus: repeat 2X People don`t dance no mo` All they do is diss/this (3X) Verse Two: Khujo They get off on holdin folks hostage They good, fo` casin malls and leavin broken glass where you park, those two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyes Fools calm, triggers fourth and long, zone three Deep coverage, man under We used to break doin eighty-three 2 Live dropped, and we was Throwin That D They don`t fight with fists They bring they piece Pat everybody down, before they leave this piece Chorus Verse Three: T-Mo Educate themselves, and went to jail, that filthy morgue with the core, and high-powered restrainin mechanisms Why is it? They slayin this last nigga, ready to sic em but I stay cool,and observe them fool and let`s just thank, and drank and clear the way you think, actin out and about that gat he pulled, that my partna sawed And he worked quickly, was it worth it? He didn`t deserve it Predestined weapons for lessons that we learned HOT, bullets burned Chorus Verse Four: Cee-Lo Wellllll, my name is Sugar Low, and this is my trade For years we been some players, what more can I say? Saturday night at my dance, throw on a few clothes, uhh Hit Atlanta live, and break a few rolls Get some drinks, and stroll the halls, hold the walls Just in case security can`t control the brawls I still roll the ball, but I done got a little too old to get all sweaty dancin round wit y`alls Chorus Chorus Chorus Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни They Don`t Dance No Mo` (Clean): http://musworld.ru/music/eng/106/1/10596.html Все тексты песен: Goodie Mob » Goodie Mob - Inshallah » Goodie Mob - Dead Homies » Goodie Mob - See You When I See You » Goodie Mob - The Coming » Goodie Mob - In Due Time » Goodie Mob - Free » Goodie Mob - Inshallah » Goodie Mob - See You When I See You » Goodie Mob - Remember What I Said » Goodie Mob - Cutty Buddy » Goodie Mob - J Prince Presents: Realest Niggaz Down S » Goodie Mob - Fled soundtrack » Goodie Mob - The Dip » Goodie Mob - The Experience » Goodie Mob - The Day After » Goodie Mob - Distant Wilderness » Goodie Mob - I.C.U » Goodie Mob - Good Nigga » Goodie Mob - The Damm » Goodie Mob - Chain Swang Рекомендуем скачать: » Однажды - Я одна » Олег Щетников - Пьеро » Облачный край, Сергей Богаев - Наша общая легавая » Отпетые Мошенники - Не говори мне ничего » Олег Газманов - Мне не нравится дожль » Олег Городецкий - Дуб » О.Орлова - Разлука » Океан Эльзы - Поiзд "Чужа любов" » Олег Литвиненко, Юрий Киселев - Обожгло » Олег Щетников - Прости » Олег Шмаков - Дождь моих друзей » Олег Задорожный - Жить в болотах под вокабулы Борея... » Олег Кабалик - Первый дождь неоттаявшим мартовским днём... » Олег Задорожный - Нет звезды над тобой, что бы в черной воде не висела... » Ольга Левковская - Капельки бисера, в небе повисшие... » Ольга Арефьева (Ковчег) - Будем, были » Ольга Макеева - Петрополь » Олег Митяев - На торговой площади » Олег Митяев - Слушай, давай уедем » Ольга Чикина - Академик Зинченко
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