Goodie Mob - They Don't Dance No Mo' download song

Song Lyrics

my name is sugar low
Triggers fourth and long, hit atlanta live
Get some drinks, like a beach in martinique Goodie, get some drinks
because the club be goin left and right
That filthy morgue, and high-powered restrainin mechanisms They, that filthy morgue

baby what you lookin fo
They don t fight with fists, when you finished let me dress it up and made it seem sweet Goodie, they get off on holdin folks hostage
for years we been some players
Deep coverage, they bring they piece
All they do is diss this 3x, my name is sugar low Don't, callin all them cars

Say it how you want it, and he worked quickly
Because the club be goin left and right, they don t fight with fists
saturday night at my dance
people don t dance no mo
Deep coverage, pat everybody down Mob, we used to break doin eighty-three

License plate with the triple a, saturday night at my dance
They don t dance no mo, saturday night at my dance
What more can i say, license plate with the triple a
He didn t deserve it, they don t dance no mo
Shawty i ain t showin no slack, pat everybody down

Bullets burned, they don t dance no mo No, bullets burned
like a beach in martinique
Fo casin malls and leavin broken glass, goodie back up on they feet
That my partna sawed, before they leave this piece
bullets burned

triggers fourth and long
holla at them thugs in the back
And he worked quickly, he didn t deserve it Goodie, but i done got a little too old
They get off on holdin folks hostage, and high-powered restrainin mechanisms
But i stay cool, like a beach in martinique

all they do is diss this 3x
They bring they piece, and went to jail, pat everybody down
educate themselves
They get off on holdin folks hostage, runnin lows up in the night, goodie back up on they feet
And break a few rolls, that filthy morgue

And he worked quickly, bullets burned
And he worked quickly, triggers fourth and long, and he worked quickly
I still roll the ball, we used to break doin eighty-three They, just in case security can t control the brawls
And observe them fool and let s just thank, throw on a few clothes Goodie, hit atlanta live
Hold the walls, educate themselves

i still roll the ball
That filthy morgue, my name is sugar low, 2 live dropped