Dance Now lyrics
Look, look, J.I.D back in the city with itJiddy done been all across the globeThey say, “JID a scribbler, he silly with it”“When he spiting, I hope he don’t sell his soul”“He should be good, man, he signed to Cole”“He from the hood, nigga, down the road”“He was just jugging right by the stove”Then they saw the patrol, it was time to rollSaw the patrol it was time to rideMotor running on Memorial DriveGot a country cousin cruising with that blammerIn Savannah at the Florida-Georgia lineGot a couple family members in AtlantaNot Atlanta, we let Omeretta decideThey just gon’ let that Beretta fly‘Cause you niggas bugging, spray pesticidesIt’s me and the bros, it’s not extra guysAnd they moving weight, it’s no exerciseWe could pick a date to come stretch you outOnly showing muscle when it’s flexing timeYou could see the hustle, you could recognizeOvercame struggle when the Devil triedLet me bare it all when I’m telling GodYou know I’ma rant, when I talk to Jah
Nigga say that I can’t, damn lie
Ain’t dapping no hand, sanitizeWe gon’ slide on your man, landslideIt’s a nine in my pants, hand cockedYou gon’ try to recant, you can’t nowI can step on a ant, ant pileI’ma shoot at the ground, dance nowDance, uh, dance, shh, dance
Oh, what a handsome gift (yeah)To live in a land of sin (uh)Riding with bags and bricks (yeah)And my lil’ nasty chick (yeah)That’s what I asked of HimTold me He’d grant my wishYou dance with the DevilYou’ll never dance again
Dance nowDance, dance, shh, danceDance nowDance, dance, shh, danceDance nowDance, dance, shh, danceDance now (I’m not a)Dance, dance, shh, dance (I’m not a, uh)
I’m not a two stepping man, I said I do not dance
It’s a gun inside my pants, and the whole worlds in his handsIt depends, penny for your sinsShooting up the block, can’t stop revenge (oh)Nappy dread locks like a Rasta manWhere the story ends and plot thickens (uh, look)Mama said the Messiah’s in moccasinsTryna save the kids in them apartments andShow a way to live with other optionsOpulence, decadence, black excellence, and lots of itI could cop the newest Beamer, Bentley, or BalenciagasI could pay for this lil’ nigga scholarshipAin’t caught up in rap nigga politicsPlay with me and you playing yourselfPlaying with death, say him a prayerCathy and Carl got a K on the shelfI’m in DeKalb County open carrying, catering, chefCooking up another plate of the bestMe and Christo got it popping like it’s Crisco fried chickenI’m licking her thighs then I put my face in breast, ITook a drive, my plug on the west side of AtlantaHe known to finesse guysWith a hammer on Campbelton, headshotsOn the camera, knock out a dreadlockThat’s a felony charge, he caught a FNigga’s come to the A and get X’d out (facts)But I only been here ’cause I’m trying to helpOnly one you can help is yourself now
Nigga say that I can’t, damn lie
Ain’t dapping no hand, sanitizeWe gon’ slide on your man, landslideIt’s a nine in my pants, hand cockedYou gon’ try to recant, you can’t nowI can step on a ant, ant pileI’ma shoot at the ground, dance nowDance, uh, dance, shh, dance
Oh, what a handsome giftTo live in a land of sinRiding with bags and bricksAnd my lil’ nasty chickThat’s what I asked of HimTold me He’d grant my wishYou dance with the DevilYou’ll never dance again
Dance nowDance, dance, shh, danceDance nowDance, dance, shh, danceDance nowDance, dance, shh, danceDance nowDance, dance, shh, dance
Life is a journey, you know? Not a destinationLean not towards the egoistic intonationsPositive vibrations bring real liberationIt’s the will of the heart, the strength of the mindAnd the love creator that will help usRise out of these sadistic situationsAnd experience the purity that exits inna creation, you know?