Goodie Mob

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'
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 make it seem sweet
Like a beach in Martinique
Goodie back up on they feet
Set it straight for nine eight
License plate with the triple A
Callin all them car
Caught the club be goin left and right
Throwin bows like dem pros
Runnin lows up in the night
Feelin numb from the cup I drank
Holla at dem girls in the back
Baby what you lookin fo
Shawty I ain't showin no slack
Chorus
People don't dance no mo'
All they do is dis
All they do is dis
All they do is dis
Repeat Chorus
Khujo
They get off on holdin folks hostage
They good, fo casin malls
And leavin broken glass where you pause
Those two inch white walls
That was lit by cat eyes
Fools calm, triggas fourth and long
Zone three, deep coverage, man under
We used to break doin 83
Too live, dropped them refer ???????
They don't fight with this
They bring their piss
Pat everybody down,
Before they leave this piece
Repeat Chorus 2x
T-Mo
Educate them cells and went to jail
The 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 stay and drink
And clear what you think
Actin out and about that gat he pulled
That my partna saw
And he worked quickly
Was it worth it?
He didn't deserve it
Predestined weapons for lessons that we learned
AH, bullets burned
Repeat Chorus 2x
Cee-Lo
Wellllll, my name is Sugar Low
And dis is da game
Four years we been some players,
What more can I say?
Saturday night at my dance, throw on a few clothes
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 brawl
I still roll the ball
But i don' got a little too old
To get all sweaty dancin round wit y'all