翻訳: リチャード、巨大な. オルゴールダンサー.
such an eruption Sound is my remedy feeding me energy Music is all I need. Baby, I just wanna dance I don't really care I just wanna dance I don't
couldn't make it right But that body feel way too soft If she leave it up, the dam gon' set it off Baby, we can make love music Let's blow this box
fucked around and started smoking D Every rap I ever made was about this town I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown And even though I love his music
(My music box) (My music box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My music box) I hear my music box, playing a song for me (My music box
're dumb to think I'd let you be Scott free without some pain from me I heard your song and took a chance But to your music I can't dance Go tell your
Box in your hand and you bringing the music of the - Wu-Tang Clan And you hear Ironman on your - radio rapping Your feet start the dancing and your -
effect, the Chubbster I'm from Brooklyn, so I have a little hustler In my blood when I kick the scam they all will flock to it Get my music and bop
and a superior beat creator Have come together and we made a Musical composition which we think is a remedy To cure all the dance floors that's empty You wanna dance
mind, and to make you dance To this lyrical miracle, this musical discovery But yo I wanna chill for a second, yo Jeff, cover me It's like paradise, this music
chance And I don't even need a gun, I know how to dance [Chorus] Yeah, uhh Joey got a gun, and everybody know that black kitted car stash box where
love them women who like to lay it on eight Jump in with me we can dip flip Start a relationship with your lips and your hips [Chorus] DJ's playin the music make the dance
like a glow worm and dance like a spinnin' top She's got a crazy partner, oughta see 'em reel and rock Long as she's got a dime, the music will never
blood Yeah it?s music all into family, but don?t leave all the fact that you used to rap, you were hot Back in the day mom , What ? There?s music all
but I left it in the house Now, my niggas, Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their names With the skyline on it, with the box link chain I'm wearing
in order to dance I wanna hear I do's and no I can'ts First you move your leg and then your arm It's not fast and nervous this dance is calm It's truly
put them in a box. (Repeat) Dub freak gone Gone go check him record shop, Gone go check him record stock. Him climb upon the box Him said
Dancin', I'm dancin' to the Rastafarian up beat Hangin' with my rude ska brothers in the street Our brother over here say, "Turn up the box a" Dancin
