The atmosphere's strange out on the town Music for pleasure, it's not music no more Music to dance to, music to move This is music to march to It's a
译文: 杀笑话. 战舞.
war stance And bring it from the chest, now let's dance M-ill-itant (What?) Feel the fifth gorilla chant Ya'll talk about bodies, but you would not kill
every truncheon hit misguided the peoples army divided united stance amped out war dance what a ride inner thought of non violent rebellion outside dare
I'm a lyrical queen The Pepa MC's makin' microphones sing Notes to provoke, they called her a joke The speaker smoked when I spoke Boy, you better kill
body rock And we got, we got, we got, gotta make it hot So come, get on, hop on the dance floor If you want to declare war it's all right It's all right
And we got, we got, we got, gotta make it hot So come, get on, hop on the dance floor If you want to declare war, it's alright It's alright Now it'
you know, up next Boogee Mann!!! (Boogee Mann) Well Mr. B-double-O-G what? M-A-double-N I smoke joke and grin, and fuck your best friend Only if she
dance New Orleans niggaz down to dance Tennessee niggaz down to dance Baton Rouge niggaz down to dance Arizona down to dance Houston niggaz down to dance Nebraska niggaz down to dance
cause you try to rock sweet but you aint Been around no-will shit where crews peel clips Niggaz that kill for fun Wanna talk that ill shit sayin how you kill
Pull the pin and push it in 'em Using women as a pin cusion A super villian With some war paint and jokes done in poor taste We'll see who laughs
whores March or croak, march or croak All your lives a cosmic joke Fill your days with piss and smoke The wolf waits at your door Burn and dance, burn and dance
it out, check it out Check it out, check it out Check it out, check it out Check it out, check it out Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill
just my idea of a joke But you guys are different to us across the pond folk And I keep having to say that I'm only joking In New York when I have to
off we'll dance when we dance The last one we fault, the first one we kill...(the last one we fault, the first one we kill...) Forsee her Thats what
't refuse. Well the first one, Weak arms- Right or wrong. First off, we'll dance when we dance. The last one we fault. The first one we kill. Foresee
