They Don't Dance No Mo' (clean) Lyrics - 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' 

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 them cars, because the club be goin left and right 

Throwin blows like them pros, runnin lows up in the night 

Feelin numb from the cup I drank, holla at them thugs in the back 

Baby what you lookin fo', Shawty I ain't showin no slack 

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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' 

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' 

People don't dance no mo' 

All they do is diss 

People don't dance no mo' 

All they do is diss 

People don't dance no mo' 

All they do is diss 

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They get off on holdin folks hostage 

They good, fo' casin malls and leavin broken glass 

Where 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 eighty-three 

2 Live dropped, and we was Throwin That D 

They don't fight with fists 

They bring they piece 

Pat everybody down, before they leave this piece 

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' 

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 them fool and let's just thank, and drank 

And clear the way you think, actin out and about 

That gat he pulled, that my partna sawed 

And he worked quickly, was it worth it? He didn't deserve it 

Predestined weapons for lessons that we learned 

HOT, bullets burned 

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' 

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, uhh 

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 

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' 

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' 

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'