Silkk the Shocker, Master P - We Don't Dance We Bounce lyrics

P we got the streets, you ain't
Gotta ask me nothing, you know what I'm bout

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

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 nigga mad
Cause his old lady she wan' do me
I whoop his ass, but he ain't gon take me to
Court and try to sue me
This nigga 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 shit
Nigga I'm never scared
I make a nigga lose weight
Without going to Jenny Craig
I'm from the South
And I don't know where y'all from shit
You from where I'm from
You don't play by no dumb shit
I tell a nigga fresh off the bat
I'm a skinny nigga
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 nigga 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 niggas that you with
I mean all of 'em fags
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

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

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 shit
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 fuck you
When I'm through I'll give her back

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

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 fuck
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 fucking mask up
I roll with a squad of killas
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 motherfuckers
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

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