Phanatik Dirgy Dancing
Verse 1:
You sure you wanna walk through them doors/
Get on that floor shake for them boys?/
They don't see ya inners all they see is outer
dressing/
And you ain't dressing well enough to keep those fellas
guessing/
You sure you wanna step in that club/
Weapons and drugs reppin' them thugs?/
Your sneaks is clean your neck is bling oh you just
know you ballin'/
You so caught up in all that you don't even know you
fallin'/
You the one that's spinning them tracks/
You spun that track, you had to run that back/
What would happen if all the music that makes your play
list/
Was hated by your Creator and would never make His A
list/
Standing in the club playing clue/
The lights went low and the thugs came through/
The slug came through and hit two in the chest/
They said how you gonna do it/
You said do it to death/
I said
Hook:
We don't know or we don't care/
Either we don't know or we don't care/
We just keep on moving/
Shakin', bouncin', groovin' holler pop your collar/
Study dirge dancin to our own demise
We don't know or we don't care/
Either we don't know or we don't care/
We just keep on moving shakin', bouncin', groovin',
clubbin'/
Brushin' shoulders study dirge dancin to our own demise
Verse 2:
You sure you wanna stand on that block/
Handling the rock, scrambling from cops/
You got locked up and got bailed out but watch out/
'Cause rap sheets can turn to the jail house rock/
You sure you want to be up in them clips, puckering
lips/
Trying to be a video vixen'/
You think teasing and leaving them hot for some action
is sexy/
But what happens when little girls copy the patterns
you set see/
That's why the hood looks like it does/
We don't like what's good or right we love/
Sinning so much it's so much pleasure in the beginning/
But we never think of the pain it causes us in the
ending/
The same cat that came through in coupe/
Doin' dirt on the block came through in a hearse/
Now his crew is pouring liquor like you was the best/
I said how y'all gonna do it they said do it to death/
I said
Hook:
3rd verse
The streets aint the only ones dancing dirge/
The church got they own style ask the clergy/
They see so many cats gliding/
It's like they moon walking when they back sliding/
So you just wanna sit in them pews/
Singing them blues/
The Spirit aint move?/
And If He's moving then how we can't move from our
seats/
And take this blessed message out and bless somebody on
them street/
You sure you wanna master that style/
Dance in them isles, acting all wild/
Is that what life in the church is really all about/
Shoutin' and like musical chairs the music stops we
fall out'/
All outside of what should be the center/
We busy cooking dinners and frowning on crooked
sinners/
Church contest to try to see who's is the best/
We do it so good but why we gotta do it to death/
I guess
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