Yo! If you can't dance, it's cool to get up now Usually, ya'll stand off on the side, You know you're a little embarrassed or whatever But this one of those joints for everybody, So get on up but keep it simple
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If you can't dance then this is your jam, baby, left to right all night Slide that's all you gotta do... You can't dance then this is your jam, baby Left to right all night, slide, that's all you gotta do Now we all know the boy at the club, all liquored up, Boy with the bub tryin' to pick 'em up, wack dancing, 'Wooking pa nub', shirt too bright, pants too tight Boy settle down Now I ain't just messing with you I got better things to do I'm trying to help, I got a lesson for you I know you do the best you could do Wanna get next to Boo, then the less you do the better Cause women equate dance with sex They gon' see you & be like, 'Next'! But you gon' be like, 'hold up Ma' ('Next!') But she gon' be like, uh huh, ('Next!') Now looka-here, rule #1, know ya name, if it ain't Usher, Justin or Hammer, then we can touch ya Rule #2, never do a dance you can't do, why stupid, Cause you can't do it
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So I'm up in my spot in Miami the other night, right & this Dude's out on the floor OD-ing, just way 'over-dancing' So his Mommy wanna holla at me She thought my name was Billy, I told her it was Willie She said she watch my TV show & I was very silly Told her I was from Philly she looked at me said, 'Really?' & judging from her t-shirt, I could tell that she was chilly So I gave her my sweater, she said her name was Etta She said she come from Cuba and she just had bought a Jetta She said she was glad I met her, let's go somewhere together She said she'd ride in my car cause she knew my car was better The conversation cookin', attention getting' tookin' My Spidey senses tinglin', I felt somebody lookin' Now who this brotha lookin', & now he runnin', bookin' I'm mad I'm like a fisherman, I almost had my hook in I figured I should get up & quickly clear my head up, Cause Etta got a man & I'm feelin' kinda set-up Now Dude was really fed up & yo, he wouldn't let up Homey if I hit you, you might never ever get up Now he was not a dancer, plus he wasn't handsome Comin' like Mel Gibson, like I had his girl for ransom Yo, Pedro wanna go out side, yo amigo, tranquillo... slide
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Now rule #3 is easy, please remember that you ain't on "Beat Street" Sweet feet, you ain't tryin' to win no TV, another dude did a move No need to out do it Rule #4, out on the floor, don't be doing moves that don't nobody do no more Draw too much attention to be adventurous out on the floor There's a reason that don't nobody do 'em no more, you feel me? This may be hilarious, but Rule #5 is serious, it's a shame that we have to discuss That there's no lip biting or pelvic thrusts I mean you think that move will put the sting on her, you too close, tryin' to put a ring on her? You don't know that girl, don't cling on her & don't put your thing on her...cool?!
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