SOULJA SLIM

SOULJA SLIM - Straight 2 Da Dance Floor lyrics

(feat. 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 [x4]

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