They Don't Dance No Mo Songtext
von Goodie Mob

(Sire, what is the problem)
Boredom beset me like a pack of wild
Hangs on a bloody fox
(What should I do?)

Fetch me the fool
He makes me feel better
(Send for the royal fool)
(Send for the royal fool)
(Send for the royal fool)

(And later on)
Where is the royal fool?
(I have a message from the royal fool)
Read it aloud (but, but sire)
Read it aloud now

(You fuckin′ fool) what?
(Niggas don't dance, all they do is this)
Let me see, all they do is this? (All they do is this?)
Off with his head (off with his head)


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′

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 'em cars
′Cause the club be goin left and right
Throwin′ blows like 'em pros
Runnin′ lows up in the night

Feelin' numb from the cup I drank
Holla at ′em thugs in the back
Baby what you lookin' for
Shawty I ain′t showin' no slack


People don't dance no mo′
All they do is this
All they do is this
All they do is this

People don′t dance no mo'
All they do is this
All they do is this
All they do is this

They get off on holdin′ folks hostage
They good, fo' casin malls and leavin′ broken glass
That is here 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' 83
Two live dropped, and we was throwin′
They don't fight with fists
They bring they piece
Pat everybody down, before they leave

People don't dance no mo′
All they do is this
All they do is this
All they do is this

People don′t dance no mo'
All they do is this
All they do is this
All they do is this

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 ′em fool
And let's just thank, and drank
And clear the way you think

Actin′ out and about
That gat he pulled, that my partner sawed
And he worked quickly, was it worth it?
He didn't deserve it
Predestined weapons for lessons that we learned
Hot, bullets burned

People don't dance no mo′
All they do is this
All they do is this
All they do is this

People don′t dance no mo'
All they do is this
All they do is this
All they do is this

Well, 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, uh

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

People don′t dance no mo'
All they do is this
All they do is this
All they do is this

People don′t dance no mo'
All they do is this
All they do is this
All they do is this

People don't dance no mo′
All they do is this
All they do is this
All they do is this

People don′t dance no mo'
All they do is this
All they do is this
All they do is this

People don′t dance no mo'
All they do is this
All they do is this
All they do is this

People don′t dance no mo'
All they do is this
All they do is this
All they do is this

People don′t dance no mo'
All they do is this