La la la la la la la la And blow down the door. On to the next To dance with the poor. Jump on my shoulders. You can jump on my shoulders. I'm scared of the city I say we rob from the rich We rob from the rich

Hey Mister D.J. Put a record on I want to dance with my baby Music makes the people come together Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel And when the music starts I never want to stop It's gonna drive me crazy

Do your dance YG, do your dance And twist my fingaz with my hands You shoulda seen how a nigga pulled up in the ride In the ride, in the ride Got two mothafuckas wanna fight me outside Fight me outside, fight me outside I just do my dance and cuff my

Do we really know the way the wind blows? (Wind blows) Off in my head, lost off in my head Off in the red, dance, dance with the dead Are we really safe around our shadows? (Shadows) Through our windows Ooh, aw man, I can't believe this is happening (Ah

I could have danced all night I'll never know what made it so exciting But all at once my heart took flight I only know when she began to dance with me And still have begged for more I could have spread my wings And done a thousand things I'd never ever

Miss America, petty thoughts Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch If you ain't fuckin' me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge Green dollars

That I got the good side The good side of things And baby, I apologize But I sympathize, and I recognize I got the good side of things Left you with both of the rings My fingers danced and swayed in the breeze The change in the wind took you down to your

Let's disappear, gotta jet out of here Feel the wind across our face We'll have some fun, gonna dance on the run It's a perfect day to break away Opened my eyes this morning with a smile on my face My arms wrapped around you, took me away And it got me

Oh, oh, baby She don't know what she doin' to me, I Love the way that you dance, and honey, I've got a question Baby, would you be my queen I know she's the one for me in that room I got a call from my baby, said she fed up with me Said she's found

I've been through hell Can't find my doctor My bones can't take the ache If ya dance with the devil Your day will come to pay Fuel injected dreams Are bursting at the seams Am I in Persia