They Don`t Dance No Mo` (Clean)

They don`t dance no mo`<br>They don`t dance no mo`<br>(what we doin is sittin around chillin)<br>They don`t dance no mo`<br>They don`t dance no mo`<br><br>Verse One: Big Gipp<br><br>Yeah, uh, yeah<br>Did it, done it, run it, sayin "How you want it?" Leave it<br>when you finished let me dress it up and made it seem sweet<br>Like a beach in Martinique, Goodie back up on they feet<br>Set it straight for the nine-eight, license plate with the triple A<br>Callin all them cars, because the club be goin left and right<br>Throwin blows like them pros, runnin lows up in the night<br>Feelin numb from the cup I drank, holla at them thugs in the back<br>Baby what you lookin fo`, Shawty I ain`t showin no slack<br><br>Chorus: repeat 2X<br><br>People don`t dance no mo`<br>All they do is diss/this (3X)<br><br>Verse Two: Khujo<br><br>They get off on holdin folks hostage<br>They good, fo` casin malls and leavin broken glass<br>where you park, those two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyes <br>Fools calm, triggers fourth and long, zone three<br>Deep coverage, man under<br>We used to break doin eighty-three<br>2 Live dropped, and we was Throwin That D<br>They don`t fight with fists<br>They bring they piece<br>Pat everybody down, before they leave this piece<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Three: T-Mo<br><br>Educate themselves, and went to jail, that filthy morgue<br>with the core, and high-powered restrainin mechanisms<br>Why is it? They slayin this last nigga, ready to sic em<br>but I stay cool,and observe them fool and let`s just thank, and drank<br>and clear the way you think, actin out and about<br>that gat he pulled, that my partna sawed<br>And he worked quickly, was it worth it? He didn`t deserve it<br>Predestined weapons for lessons that we learned<br>HOT, bullets burned<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Four: Cee-Lo<br><br>Wellllll, my name is Sugar Low, and this is my trade<br>For years we been some players, what more can I say?<br>Saturday night at my dance, throw on a few clothes, uhh<br>Hit Atlanta live, and break a few rolls<br>Get some drinks, and stroll the halls, hold the walls<br>Just in case security can`t control the brawls<br>I still roll the ball, but I done got a little too old<br>to get all sweaty dancin round wit y`alls<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Chorus