Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies Hoping for the best but expecting the worst Are you gonna
Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst Are you gonna
, greatly yield What shall we say, shall we call it by a name As well to count the angels dancing on a pin Water bright as the sky from which it came
Dance but we shall live again, we shall live again Crazy Horse was a mystic He knew the secret of the trance And Sitting Bull the great apostle of the Ghost Dance
four magnum buss it loud and clear We chop it and we slap it inna di fold right here If yuh diss yuh surely shall disappear, yuh hear [Chorus: Akon (
) And fly Pedro: I'm that samba, samba Master, master, master Master, master Who shall sound from my ghetto blaster, blaster, Blaster, blaster, blaster You dance fast, But I dance
We explore the men's room. We don't give a shit. Ladies' lost electricity; Take vows inside of it. Desire to dance; Too startled to try. Wrap my legs
We explore the men's room We don't give a shit Ladies lost electricity Take vows inside of it Desire to dance, too startled to try Wrap my legs 'round
words that shaped from the tale We shall live again We shall live again We shall live again Shake out the ghost dance (We shall live again) Here we
't gotta measure up, but she gotta be off the meter But if I can dance with Cindy, I can dance with Shaquita 'Cause I know I can, I shall, I will I feels
don't Nigga please, you provoke no feeling You must've forgot the girls of whom you're dealing We haven't the urge to get busy Like those dizy lizys who used to dance
kitchen a birdseye view got me channelling my vision turn one to two now my kilo's got a sibling father knows best, watch my hands are forgiven we kicking
my chance to dance my way Out of my constriction Gonna be freakin' up and down Hang up really late With the groove I only got We shall all be moved Ready or not, here we
kind of pill (Funk the nonprofit organization) Nothing seems to ever cure your ill Where do you get your funk from? (Where do you get that funk from?)
right around (Hey baby) We got to get over the hump We got to get over the hump We got to get over the hump We got to get over the hump On guard, defend
for the funk I'll toast to that We don't cut in We just butt in So baby, may I have this dance? Here's a toast to the boogie We'll dance to that Bottoms
you'll see her spine gyrate We'll have a gypsy read your palm and tell your fate We'll have the great bandini's opening act a spoon bender He'll do his
and pumped up dramatically So the people in the place will automatically Time it, and dance right behind it Those that have it on tape will rewind it It's not surprising, we
