Lyrics D.T.D. (radio edit) - Raekwon , Ghostface Killah , Masta Killa
"Do
that
dance,
grown
up"
- sample
repeated
throughout
the
song
Turn
my
microphone
up
a
little
high.
Yeah.
yeah,
yeah,
look,
party
people
gath-
Party
people
gather
round
(Do
that
dance,
grown
up,
do
that
grown
up,
yeah
Yeah,
yeah,
yo,
yeah,
yeah
Do
that
dance,
grown
up,
do
that
dance,
grown
up
Aiyo,
aiyo,
aiyo,
aiyo)
Party
people
gather
round,
watch
the
God
get
down
The
sound's
so
rugged,
measure
the
erection
It's
raw
when
I'm
sexin'
your
brain
Cherry
cream
gleen
leather
seats,
lean
Goose
in
the
canteen,
dutch
leaf
green
Block
of
the
chocolates,
ship
a
mil',
box
it
Moms
and
pops
it,
plan
to
be
seventy
five,
live
and
kicking
Jewels
drip
in
the
heat
--
Radioactive,
roll
that
accurate,
what?
Roll
that
backward,
flow
went
back
I
stand
as
a
man,
the
game
plan
repped
your
name
The
greatest
Fam,
we
play
in
the
sand
Me
and
Irief,
Killa
gangsta
thieves
Gangsta
beats,
civilize,
great
men
don't
make
beliefs
Haagan-Daaz,
shake
the
streets
I'm
cocained
down,
and
I
got
a
fire
to
stretch
my
eats
West
to
East,
South
to
North,
best,
the
beats
Rest
is
tef',
the
Chef
defeats
Order
this
piece
--
yo.
Niggas
who
ain't
real,
they
real
when
they
call
the
police,
my
brothers
Watch
the
slang,
lots
of
lame,
pop
your
frame
And
drop
your
dame,
and
chop
your
name
We
locked
the
game,
'89
niggas
with
oxxes
on
In
front
of
the
building
with
the
same
thing
Uh--
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
get
your
uh-uh-uh-uh
And...
(do
that
dance,
grown
up,
do
that
dance,
grown
up)
Look,
look,
huh,
look,
huh,
party
people
gath-
Party
people
gather
round
(Do
that
dance,
grown
up,
do
that
dance,
grown
up)
Party
people
gather
round,
watch
the
God
get
down
The
sound's
so
rugged,
measure
the
erection
It's
raw
when
I'm
sexin'
your
brain
Cherry
cream
gleen
leather
seats,
lean
Goose
in
the
canteen,
dutch
leaf
green
Block
of
the
chocolates,
ship
a
mil',
box
it
Moms
and
pops
it,
plan
to
be
seventy
five,
live
and
kicking
Jewels
drip
in
the
heat,
ribbon
with
a
young
sweet
Something
in
the
passenger
seat,
ivory
queen
Beat
got
the
Old
Man
feeling
twenty
three
Power-U
fat
as
a
peach,
I'm
Chief
Jay
Strongbow
From
the
east,
come
due
Allah,
what
a
beautiful
squall
Through
the
Cartier
tints,
I
seen
her
from
afar
She
in
her
mink
trench
in
her
panty
and
bra
Smooth
in
silk,
naturally
built,
soy
milk
breast
Gas
at
the
'hess,
split
it
to
the
rest
Undress
ya'll,
and
you
don't
stop,
come
on!
Do
that
dance,
grown
up
(come
on)
Do
that
dance,
grown
up
Yo,
I
got
muscles
in
my
index
finger,
even
my
nail
is
diesel
To
scope
two,
so
I
could
read
you
Without
a
jack,
there,
I'm
still
hittin'
up
people
You
were
starvin'
for
beef,
I
had
to
feed
you
It's
funny
how
Toney
got
a
lot
of
sons
around
Nice
dirty
crib,
with
a
lot
of
guns
around
Layin'
up
in
Cheetah's,
chillin'
Treatin'
niggas
like
cavities,
lead
rocks'll
be
in
your
filling
Bosses,
C.E.O.'s,
head
niggas
in
charge'll
get
whacked
Actors,
even
down
to
the
stars,
you'll
get
clapped
Skip
back,
I'm
not
a
bullshit
rapper
My
gun
really
do
go
off
like
that
This
is
Ghost,
high
post,
get
your
pot
roast
coked
When
the
Glock
burst,
it's
all
about
clockwork
Fuck
around,
and
go
to
hell
with
a
hot
shirt
I
don't
go
to
Chinatown
for
my
fireworks
I
go
to
Achmed,
test
him
for
a
bomb,
first
Make
sure
he
ain't
lyin',
tell
on
me,
his
eye'll
squirt
Ghost
Deini
is
real,
me
and
Killa'll
peel
Your
cap
back,
and
deliver
the
mil'
Niggas
be
pullin'
out,
but
they
don't
use
'em
Big
giant
joints,
they
stat
and
lose
'em
The
big
yellow,
this
shit'll
push
your
crew
in
Look
you
dead
in
your
face,
like
"What
ya'll
doing?"
Ain't
killin'
nothin',
so
stop
pursuing
Fuckin'
with
my
click,
you'll
just
get
ruined
Blowin'
the
weight,
like
Breezly
Brewin
By
the
way,
who
the
fuck,
let
ya'll
fools
in?
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