Hey DJ / I Can’t Dance (to That Music You’re Playing) Songtext
von The Beatmasters featuring Betty Boo

Ooohooo
Mmm-mmm

Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm

I can′t dance to that rhythm that you've been playing
That style is old, sold out and dated, dated back
And, yo, what′s up, we used to shake it up (Word up)

Please refrain, don't play games, just spin the beats
and we'd be the main thing going on
To be holding like a goose with the boots and don′t get out

Every night it ain′t right
You should be rockin' beats and it should be damn hype
Oh, but no, oh no, but it isn′t
I have to dis it just like it's non-existent

How dare you ever care to
Play that trash
You better prepare to double way
You′re more chit but tat-chat
'Cause I can′t dance to that


I can't dance to the music you're playin′
Stop, think it over and rewrite your tune
I can′t dance to the music you're playin′
You better get yourself together, you'd better do it soon

I can′t dance to that rhythm that you've been playing
You gone down, yo, and you ain′t sayin' nothing
For me to get credit, it's pathetic
Yeah, that′s right, I′ve said it

You don't flatter, a rapper like me
You see, I want to be contemplete sweet
And you eat up too much time
Like a goose with the boots, say, you know you won′t find her, find her

I got what it takes to rock steady
And edgy Betty Boo ain't soft like a teddy
Why is it you ain′t with it?
I had to cuss 'cause you don′t wanna give it

All you got to get me to rot
All you want is banging, now that is enough
For me to take is straight, don't wanna be bad
But I'm really sorry, but I can′t dance to that


I can′t dance to the music you're playin′
Stop, think it over and rewrite your tune
I can't dance to the music you′re playin'
You better get yourself together, you′d better do it soon

Came to your door, said you were busy
You had a visit from your aunt Lizzy
So what we did was we postponed
Our dope beats session 'til she flown home

So I thought I'd practice all by myself
But realized I left my lyric pile on your shelf
I couldn′t believe that what I found
Saw you and aunt Lizzy gettin′ on down

You can imagine that what I saw
It wasn't aunt Lizzy but a cheap dumb-broad
That was the last straw, more than take them all
Walked out the door, what would I stay for?

He lied, but never tried
More interesting than I′ve been on aside
But never mind, I got better things to do
So all my best wishes from Betty Boo

I can't dance to the music you′re playin'
Stop, think it over and rewrite your tune
I can′t dance to the music you're playin'
You better get yourself together, you′d better do it soon

I can′t dance to the music you're playin′
Stop, think it over and rewrite your tune
I can't dance to the music you′re playin'
You better get yourself together, you′d better do it soon

I can't dance to that!