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Will Smith - If U Can't Dance (Slide) lyrics
[Will Smith:] Yo, if you can't dance, it's cool to get up now Yeah see usually y'all stand off on the side Y'know you're a lil' embarrased or whatever But this one of them joints for e'rybody So get up on up, but keep it simple, slide [Chorus: Smith + Scherzinger] If you can't dance then this is your jam, baby Left to right, all night, slide - that's all you gotta do If you can't dance then this is your jam, baby Left to right, all night, slide - that's all you gotta do [Verse One: Will Smith] Now we all know the boy at the club, all liquored up Or with the bub tryin to pick 'em up Whack dancin, wookin pa nub His shirt too bright, pants too tight, boy settle down Now I ain't just messin wit'chu I got better things to do, I'm tryin to help I got a lesson for you, I know you do the best you could do Wanna get next to boo? Then the less you do, the better Cause women equate dance with sex They gon' see you, and be like - next But you gon' be like, hold up ma! - next But she gon' be like, uh-uh pah! - next Now looka here, rule number one, know your name It ain't Usher, Justin, Hammer? Then we can touch ya Rule number two, never do a dance you can't do Why stupid? You can't do it [Chorus] [Will Smith:] So I'm up in my spot in Miami the other night right And this dude out on the floor OD'n, just way overdancin You know so his mami wanna holla at me [Verse Two: Will Smith] She thought my name was Billy, I told her it was Willie She said she watched my TV show and I was very silly Told her I was from Philly, she looked at me said really? And judgin from her t-shirt I could tell that she was chilly So I gave her my sweater, she said her name was Etta She said she come from Cuba and she just had bought a Jetta She said she glad I met her, let's go somewhere together She said she'd ride in my car, cause she knew my car was better The conversation cookin, attention gettin tooken My Spidey Sense is tinglin, I felt somebody lookin Now who this brother lookin, and now he runnin bookin I'm mad I'm like the fisherman I almost had my hook in I figured I should get up, and quickly clear my head up Rosetta got a man, got me feelin kinda set up Now dude was really fed up, and yo he wouldn't let up Homey if I hit you you might never ever get up Now he was not a dancer, plus he wasn't handsome Comin like Mel Gibson like I had his girl from ransom Pedro wanna go outside Yo amigo, tranquilo, slide [Chorus] [Verse Three: Will Smith] Now rule number three is easy Please re-member that you ain't on Beach Street The sweet beat you ain't tryin to win no TV Another dude get a move no need to outdo it Rule number four, out on the floor Don't be doin moves that don't nobody do no more Draw too much attention it be adventureous on the floor There's a reason that don't nobody do 'em no more, you feel me? This may be hilarious But rule number five is SERIOUS, uh It's a shame to even have to discuss But it's no lip bitin or pelvic thrusts, I mean You think that move'll put the sting on her? You too close, tryin to put a ring on her? You don't know that girl, don't cling on her And don't put your thing on her, cool? [Chorus] |
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