Country Music Masters - The Dance lyrics

Ooohooo Mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm I can't dance to that rhythm that you've been playing That style is old, sold out and dated, dated back And, yo, what's up, we used to shake it up (Word up) Please refrain, don't play games, just spin the beats And we'd be the main thing going on To be holding like a goose with the boots and don't get out Every night it ain't right You should be rockin' beats and it should be damn hype Oh, but no, oh no, but it isn't I have to dis it just like it's non-existent How dare you ever care to Play that trash You better prepare to double way You're more chit but tat-chat 'Cause I can't dance to that I can't dance to the music you're playin' Stop, think it over and rewrite your tune I can't dance to the music you're playin' You better get yourself together, you'd better do it soon I can't dance to that rhythm that you've been playing You gone down, yo, and you ain't sayin' nothing For me to get credit, it's pathetic Yeah, that's right, I've said it You don't flatter, a rapper like me You see, I want to be contemplete sweet And you eat up too much time Like a goose with the boots, say, you know you won't find her, find her I got what it takes to rock steady And edgy Betty Boo ain't soft like a teddy Why is it you ain't with it? I had to cuss 'cause you don't wanna give it All you got to get me to rot All you want is banging, now that is enough For me to take is straight, don't wanna be bad But I'm really sorry, but I can't dance to that I can't dance to the music you're playin' Stop, think it over and rewrite your tune I can't dance to the music you're playin' You better get yourself together, you'd better do it soon Came to your door, said you were busy You had a visit from your aunt Lizzy So what we did was we postponed Our dope beats session 'til she flown home So I thought I'd practice all by myself But realised I left my lyric pile on your shelf I couldn't believe that what I found Saw you and aunt Lizzy gettin' on down You can't imagine that what I saw It wasn't aunt Lizzy but a cheap dumb-broad That was the last straw, wouldn't take no more Walked out the door, what would I stay for? He lied, but never tried More interested in a bit on the side But never mind, I got better things to do So all my best wishes from Betty Boo I can't dance to the music you're playin' Stop, think it over and rewrite your tune I can't dance to the music you're playin' You better get yourself together, you'd better do it soon I can't dance to the music you're playin' Stop, think it over and rewrite your tune I can't dance to the music you're playin' You better get yourself together, you'd better do it soon I can't dance to that!