Lyrics
[[Hook]]
Move forward on da dance flo'...
--Ev'rybody cant play da wall
You aint grindin? Why you at da dance fo'?..
[Ma], You a freak?, it don't pay to stall
Verse 1: Hannibal aka CRiSiS
Imma +stand rigid+, while u +stand-- dip it+
Switch it, twist it, (mami) you sick wit dem thick hips//
My lil' +man's rigid+/ but I'll behave--
Jus spit a lil' game and I'll be laid//
Usually a gentlemen, but I'll degrade--
To a *heathen*/ jus gimme a *reason*//
I'm *pheenin*, watch this hand start *easin'*
Up ya thigh, --we both doin +heavy breathin'+//
Shawty twerk it like she do this +ev'ry evenin'+
[She say], what I whisper in her ears +very pleasin'+//
+Ev'ry skee in+/ dis club, envy my *thug misses*
Whinin' down low, she can cut a *rug viscious*//
My watch glistenin' Iced wit +grey décor+
Y'all romance whores, I only take a +day to score+//
Me n' my team'll display da *way to ball*
Escort da chicks to da middle, don't *Play the wall*//
[[Hook 2x]]
Move forward on da dance floor
--Ev'rybody cant play da wall
You aint grindin? Why you at da dance for?
Ma, You a freak?, it don't pay to stall
Verse 2: Hannibal aka CRiSiS
There lemme +see that+, where a +naughty skee at?+
Im lookin for a tip drill, where +shawty be at??+//
C’mon *twerk that*, go on *work that*
Imma *search that*/ -whats under that *skirts’ phat*//
I Gave a bird call, --aye mami *chirp bac*
I'm tryna round the plate on da *first bat*// [[yuppp]]
Meanwhile, yall try to bag and get *cursed at*
Im the *worse cat*,/ ma- I wanna *hurt that*// [[f'real]]
You tryna play games hun, is it *worth that*??
*Work that*,/ +boo you viscious+ --
Grindin on me hard since I +blew you kisses+
+Do YOU, misses+/—*I aint tryna stop ya*//
I’d be lyin’ sayin *I ain’t tryna pop ya*
But ya boy aint hand-cuffin, *I aint tryna lock ya*//
[Can't *knock ya*], u +out for yours, me too+
strip for me, cuz I +doubt ya drawers' see-through+//
[[Hook 2x]]
Verse 3: Hannibal aka CRiSiS
Stop hesitatin'... ma, tilt a +bottle back+--
and +Model that+/ *phat ass gurl ll*...
--*Bad ass gurls*// are +exactly what im huntin+...
*that ass twirl*- /and ya +"taffy's" what im wantin+ //
even, wit sumthin +tacky on, im stuntin+
--shorty grindin on my lap, i'll get +'HAPPY' on her, frontin+//
...like i aint jus tryna beat, when she +ask me what wantin+
I aint a freak/ even tho im eyein' her treats//
haterz poppin off, could die in the streets--
but imma chill-- cuz we +here to have fun+ //
street codes, -+adhere to that son+
before we +air the mac+/ I kno u +scared of that gun+//
for now, im scopin asses out like +WHERE the phat ones?+
Money rolls, too thick to fold-- [so] yall +swear the stack ones//
...but its Benjamins, cuz its +rare I lack funds+
find me in VIP +near da back dun+//
::im here to track bunz// ::
[[Bridge ]]
B-boys in the club havin a dance off
ma, im tryna slip ya pants off, before you prance off
Niggaz wanna act like Han' soft???/
Nah!!-- I suggest you niggaz knock that glance off...// [[F'real]]
B-boys in the club havin a dance off
ma, im tryna slip ya pants off, before you prance off//
Move foward on the Dance flo'
you aint grindin'? then why you at the dance for??
Bonus Verse: Hannibal aka CRiSiS
Y'all niggaz broke, rollin' +nickel L's+
y'all *used to be lackys*/ *You should be happy*, +if you sell+//
even the shawtys, kno im sicker than +sickle cell+
and muh ice so cold it'll make her +nipples swell+//
she neva seen a bigger *hustla at da bar*
my chain, got 'bout as much *luster as the stars*//
my wrist +wrapped in jewels+, im +mackin cool+
n composed cuz my team +packin tools+//
--gettin numbers, I had nuthin to *say-- jus tapped the celly*
told mami, to meet me *later at the telly*//
So...Wit my stroke, im +slayin her slow+
she getting tipsy off da +chardonnay n' merlot+//
but she got me in a trance,
