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Soulja Slim - Straight 2 the Dance Floor lyrics
f/ 12 O'Klock, Damien, Trinity [Soulja Slim] This that shit here, yep (yep), the Cut Throat Comitty ya understand We about to tell ya how we get down ya understand (ya understand) [Chorus: Soulja Slim & Damien] This dat shit dat they don't get but they all been waitin' for Real niggas its cool you can grab a bitch & head str8 to the dance floor An make her wobble dat thang nigga (wobble it, wobble it) Make her back it up nigga (back it up, back it up) Make her catch dat wall nigga (catch it, catch it) Back it up & make it fall nigga (hey, hey) [Soulja Slim] It's the C-O-M-I-T-T-Y I be Cut Throat muthafucka til' the day that I die Tha Lac park outside if you want a ride But I gotta get some skull once ya off inside I'm the P-I-M-P of the 2G's Niggas don't tempt me I'll leave it empty I'm from where the souljas be Magnolia project off of Willow Street [Damien] If You can work dat thang baby An you can back it up baby Then you can ride in my truck baby An let me off in them guts baby (hey, hey) [Soulja Slim] I'ma project dog wit the lease off You niggas wanna know the game I'm gonna teach yall I'm the nigga put the cut on the hot sauce An got the bitches in the club wanna take it off, now drop dat (drop dat) [Chorus] [Trinity] Real niggas in the back here's whatcha do Grab a bitch, grab a gat & raise the roof An if a nigga soulja hatin' on ya let 'em go An if this hoe is kinda diggin' on ya let her blow Bust nuts like we bust gats You niggas better watch ya dome fore' we bust dat Cut Thraot Comitty to the bone & we don't play Hundred round drum cocked makin' headway, whodi Bitch nigga get somewhere Fore' this thang go off & you get hit somewhere Don't check me check dat hoe, she chose Fore' she get yo chest pumped fulla bullet holes We can do it civilized if it want be Pop Dom P, ball til' I fall, me Swap a hoe nigga fuck a hoe, they can ride It's gon' us til' the pakin' lot pimp outside, right [Chorus] [12 O'Klock] Look ma I find it hard to let you walk by I know you sick of these lame niggas that talk fly Probaly sayin' I'm ghetto because I spark lye Tryna take ya from the burbs to the darkside You wanna ride we can slide in the Expedition Play ya cards right & you can be the next to glisten Before we bounce make sure to tell yuor ex to listen When in the Marriott tryna find ya best postition You got me lost the way ya back it up & wobble on it Ma I'm willin' to put up 5 & my bible on it Catch in the game but it'll change if I get up on it Beat that thang up like me & you was boxing opponents Gettin' paid cause you in for a long night Don't be ashamed cause boo you put on a strong fight But game is game & 12 O' Klock don't make no promises that he can't keep An ain't a corner darker enough to were we can't creep [Chorus] [Damien] Come on, back it up don't stop, back it up & don't hurt yaself (4X) |
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