Silkk The Shocker - We Don't Dance We Bounce lyrics

(feat. Master P)

[talking]

P we got the streets, you ain't

Gotta ask me nothing, you know what I'm bout

[Hook x2]

We don't dance, we bounce

We don't dance, we bounce

We don't dance, we bounce

Throw your hands in the air, and put that boot in your mouth

[Silkk]

See I ain't came for romance, like my plans something to do

And I ain't trying to dance, my hands on something new

But this nigga mad, cause his old lady she wan' do me

I whoop his ass, but he ain't gon take me to court and try to sue me

This nigga he better calm down, cause I hit you in both your shoulders

You ain't know the tre, keep both your arms down

When it comes to this shit, nigga I'm never scared

I make a nigga lose weight, without going to Jenny Craig

I'm from the South, and I don't know where y'all from shit

You from where I'm from, you don't play by no dumb shit

I tell a nigga fresh off the bat, I'm a skinny nigga

I ain't good with lifting weights, but I could lift up a gat

Lift up your hat, this just ain't rap

This is not speculation my nigga look, this is a fact

Every chick you try to get, I done already bagged

And every whip you trying to get, I done already crashed

And all them niggaz that you with, I mean all of 'em fags

Tell your mom I got something, don't be calling me dad

I rep the tank, like United States rep the flag

I'm a good dude, but it's just my rep that's bad now bounce with me

[Hook x2]

[Silkk]

See I don't dance, but I know how to bounce

And um I wasn't good with math, but I know how to count

And um I knew of a bird, before I know the amount

I don't know a lot of shit, but I know how to bag up a ounce

See I look good in a Ferrari, but look better in a Roadster

I'm good with my hands, but even better with the toaster

I've been bout stacking, was before I been rapping

If the money right I go to Iraq, and bring back Bin Laden

See I lay you down, like you bout to take a nap

I changed since I rap, it's enough for me to take it back

P, that boy got a chick I like

That boy, got a chick I like

I told him look let her go (let her go), let her go (let her go)

Don't handcuff her whodi, let your girl work the flo'

She can get ride of real playa, I be chilling in my Lac

Only wanna fuck you, when I'm through I'll give her back

[Hook x2]

[Master P]

I'm a vet like Warren Sapp, and y'all boys rookies

I can't walk a straight line, cause I was born to be crooked

My daddy sold dope, and my mama bagged it up

And I'm in the middle of the hood, screaming I don't give a fuck

I'm wild like a monkey, I carry two bananas

I jacked Nickelodeon, cause I ain't Nick Cannon

Set it off, and break bread with me

Find you on the back of a milk carton, cause you shouldn't of played with me

I live like Richard Hamilton, when I fucking mask up

I roll with a squad of killas, so y'all better back up

Take a bow to the sky, bout to take 'em outside

We act a fool in the club, got some spinners on the ride

We don't dance, we bounce

A bunch of country motherfuckers, with them golds in our mouth

Throw your hood up and bounce, throw your hood up and bounce

You know you balling, if you slanging by the ounce

[Hook x2]