Song Lyrics

Yeah
This a dance song for all my thugs in the club that don't dance
Just be in the back arms folded
Cap pulled down
Just on the cut scopin' everythang
Know what I'm sayin'?
Three 6 Mafia, Kanye West, Project Pat, WHAT!

I'm in the club posted up (up), got my arms folded
Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scopin'
I'm just twistin' my body from side to side
I'm just twistin' my body from side to side
I'm in the club posted up (up), got my arms folded
Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scopin'
I'm just twistin' my body from side to side
I'm just twistin' my body from side to side

Yeah! See, ho, I don't dance (dance)
In the city where I'm from, I wear the pants (wear the pants)
These bitches think they cool (cool)
I got the dick so I make the rules (make the rules)
I got a big ol' cock (big ol' cock)
I love a bitch with a big ol' bra (big ol' bra)
She love suckin' up cum (cum)
I think I'ma give her some (some)

I'm from the south side of Chi, man, the hood show me love
Flickin' at the Grammys with the Michael Jackson gloves (gloves)
Outfit so crazy, prolly thought I was on drugs
Kool Moe Dee glasses, man, I don't give a f*ck
I'm on them rims by Mali, I'm cocky as Ali
I told you muhfuckas I'd make history 'fore I leave
A&Rs used to twist their head from side to side
Now I get on TV, do whatever I decide

I'm in the club posted up (up), got my arms folded
Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scopin'
I'm just twistin' my body from side to side
I'm just twistin' my body from side to side
I'm in the club posted up (up), got my arms folded
Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scopin'
I'm just twistin' my body from side to side
I'm just twistin' my body from side to side

Twistin' my body, movin' to the music
Cool lil' body, don't you confuse it
We can get into's it,, hands, I rules it
Lil cuz got a thang on him, he'll use it
S cocked to the right and to the left though
Killas on blow, insane like a klepto
Maniac, Project Pat posted with my kinfolk
Ridin' with the hood Norf-Norf to the world, though

I thought you knew I was the mane (mane)
The D-boy off the chain (chain)
Gon' walk up to a girl and tell a bitch I'm Rick James
With the diamonds in my ring (ring)
And the gold front fangs (fangs)
And you know I'm hood-rich, means I got a little change
With my thugs from the North
'Cause I know they got my back (my back)
Lookin' for some chickens that can work it on the track (the track)
I'm just tryna get a mil', I ain't tryna be a mack (mack)
Posted up in the club with a pocket full of crack (crack)

I'm in the club posted up (up), got my arms folded
Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scopin'
I'm just twistin' my body from side to side
Twistin' my body from side to side
I'm in the club posted up (up), got my arms folded
Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scopin'
I'm just twistin' my body from side to side
I'm twistin' my body from side to side
Yeah!

Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard