Lyrics Do Yo Dance - Kidd Doxx , Rell

Yea
Aye

Look, this the shit they warn you about
You ain't out here dancing leave yo ass on the couch
Little mama got a fatty I'm trying to see what it bout
Whole Squad getting ready just to turn this shit out
They be like

Pull up, show out, do yo dance
Pull up, show out, do yo dance
Pull up, show out, do yo dance
We gone get this shit popping like a rubber band
Pull up, show out, do yo dance
Pull up, show out, do yo dance
Pull up, show out, do yo dance
We gone get this shit popping like a rubber band

Do this shit for Cali, word to my niggas from The Bay down to The Valley
Got a pretty young thing down in Sac trying to fuck shit up
Whole squad rolling deep man you know it's us
Pull up in the function like what it do
Baby if you scared to dance you know that I can't fuck with you
Drop that ass down yea girl you could use some motivation
Keep doing ya thing got no time to get complacent
Like damn why you playing you know me
Kidd Doxx bitch I go deep
I'm just trying to have a good time
The way she back that ass up you would think that it's mine
But I don't know her

This the shit they warn you about
You ain't out here dancing leave yo ass on the couch
Little mama got a fatty I'm trying to see what it bout
Whole Squad getting ready just to turn this shit out
They be like

Pull up, show out, do yo dance
Pull up, show out, do yo dance
Pull up, show out, do yo dance
We gone get this shit popping like a rubber band
Pull up, show out, do yo dance
Pull up, show out, do yo dance
Pull up, show out, do yo dance
We gone get this shit popping like a rubber band

I'm a north Philly nigga and I do not dance
Polo T-shirt with some Balmain pants
When I'm in the Bay bitch I shout out Mac Dre
And when I'm off a pill I might hit the Thizzle dance
Popping rubber bands you better stay out my way
If you ain't gotta ass bitch get out my face
I'm a two-step nigga wit a gun on my waste
Chop a man down if he looking sideways
Nigga what
This the shit they warn you about
If you ain't getting money then yo ass in a drought
My baby mama gotta fatty that I can't live without
I'm the type of nigga put the gun in yo mouth

This the shit they warn you about
You ain't out here dancing leave yo ass on the couch
Little mama got a fatty I'm trying to see what it bout
Whole Squad getting ready just to turn this shit out
They be like

Pull up, show out, do yo dance
Pull up, show out, do yo dance
Pull up, show out, do yo dance
We gone get this shit popping like a rubber band
Pull up, show out, do yo dance
Pull up, show out, do yo dance
Pull up, show out, do yo dance
We gone get this shit popping like a rubber band