Damien - Straight 2 the Dance Floor lyrics

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Damien - Straight 2 the Dance Floor lyrics

[Soulja Slim] This that sh** here, yep (yep), the Cut Throat Comitty ya understand We about to tell ya how we get down ya understand (ya understand) [Hook: Soulja Slim & Damien] This dat sh** dat they don't get but they all been waitin' for Real n***as its cool you can grab a b**h & head str8 to the dance floor An make her wobble dat thang n***a (wobble it, wobble it) Make her back it up n***a (back it up, back it up) Make her catch dat wall n***a (catch it, catch it) Back it up & make it fall n***a (hey, hey) [Soulja Slim] It's the C-O-M-I-T-T-Y I be Cut Throat muthaf**a til' the day that I die Tha Lac park outside if you want a ride But I gotta get some skull once ya off inside I'm the P-I-M-P of the 2G's n***as don't tempt me I'll leave it empty I'm from where the souljas be Magnolia project off of Willow Street [Damien] If You can work dat thang baby An you can back it up baby Then you can ride in my truck baby An let me off in them guts baby (hey, hey) [Soulja Slim] I'mma project dog wit the lease off You n***as wanna know the game I'm gonna teach yall I'm the n***a put the cut on the hot sauce An got the b**hes in the club wanna take it off, now drop dat (drop dat) [Hook] [Trinity] Real n***as in the back here's whatcha do Grab a b**h, grab a gat & raise the roof An if a n***a soulja hatin' on ya let 'em go An if this ho is kinda diggin' on ya let her blow Bust nuts like we bust gats You n***as better watch ya dome fore' we bust dat Cut Thraot Comitty to the bone & we don't play Hundred round drum co*ked makin' headway, whodi b**h n***a get somewhere Fore' this thang go off & you get hit somewhere Don't check me check dat ho, she chose Fore' she get yo chest pumped fulla bullet holes We can do it civilized if it want be Pop Dom P, ball til' I fall, me Swap a ho n***a f** a ho, they can ride It's gon' us til' the pakin' lot pimp outside, right [Hook] [12 O'Klock] Look ma I find it hard to let you walk by I know you sick of these lame n***as that talk fly Probaly sayin' I'm ghetto because I spark lye Tryna take ya from the burbs to the darkside You wanna ride we can slide in the Expedition Play ya cards right & you can be the next to glisten Before we bounce make sure to tell yuor ex to listen When in the Marriott tryna find ya best postition You got me lost the way ya back it up & wobble on it Ma I'm willin' to put up 5 & my bible on it Catch in the game but it'll change if I get up on it Beat that thang up like me & you was boxing opponents Gettin' paid cause you in for a long night Don't be ashamed cause boo you put on a strong fight But game is game & 12 O' Klock don't make no promises that he can't keep An ain't a corner darker enough to were we can't creep [Hook] [Damien] Come on, back it up don't stop, back it up & don't hurt yaself (4X)