Master P - We Don't Dance We Bounce lyrics

(*talking*) P we got the streets, you ain't Gotta ask me nothing, you know what I'm bout [Hook - 2x] We don't dance, we bounce We don't dance, we bounce We don't dance, we bounce Throw your hands in the air, and put that boot in your mouth [Silkk] See I ain't came for romance, like my plans something to do And I ain't trying to dance, my hands on something new But this n***a mad, cause his old lady she wan' do me I whoop his a**, but he ain't gon take me to court and try to sue me This n***a he better calm down, cause I hit you in both your shoulders You ain't know the tre, keep both your arms down When it comes to this sh**, n***a I'm never scared I make a n***a lose weight, without going to Jenny Craig I'm from the South, and I don't know where y'all from sh** You from where I'm from, you don't play by no dumb sh** I tell a n***a fresh off the bat, I'm a skinny n***a I ain't good with lifting weights, but I could lift up a gat Lift up your hat, this just ain't rap This is not speculation my n***a look, this is a fact Every chick you try to get, I done already bagged And every whip you trying to get, I done already crashed And all them n***as that you with, I mean all of 'em f*gs Tell your mom I got something, don't be calling me dad I rep the tank, like United States rep the flag I'm a good dude, but it's just my rep that's bad now bounce with me [Hook - 2x] [Silkk] See I don't dance, but I know how to bounce And um I wasn't good with math, but I know how to count And um I knew of a bird, before I know the amount I don't know a lot of sh**, but I know how to bag up a ounce See I look good in a Ferrari, but look better in a Roadster I'm good with my hands, but even better with the toaster I've been bout stacking, was before I been rapping If the money right I go to Iraq, and bring back Bin Laden See I lay you down, like you bout to take a nap I changed since I rap, it's enough for me to take it back P, that boy got a chick I like That boy, got a chick I like I told him look let her go (let her go), let her go (let her go) Don't handcuff her whodi, let your girl work the flo' She can get ride of real playa, I be chilling in my Lac Only wanna f** you, when I'm through I'll give her back [Hook - 2x] [Master P] I'm a vet like Warren Sapp, and y'all boys rookies I can't walk a straight line, cause I was born to be crooked My daddy sold dope, and my mama bagged it up And I'm in the middle of the hood, screaming I don't give a f** I'm wild like a monkey, I carry two bananas I jacked Nickelodeon, cause I ain't Nick Cannon Set it off, and break bread with me Find you on the back of a milk carton, cause you shouldn't of played with me I live like Richard Hamilton, when I f**ing mask up I roll with a squad of k**as, so y'all better back up Take a bow to the sky, bout to take 'em outside We act a fool in the club, got some spinners on the ride We don't dance, we bounce A bunch of country motherf**ers, with them golds in our mouth Throw your hood up and bounce, throw your hood up and bounce You know you balling, if you slanging by the ounce [Hook - 2x]