Dance with me, I want to be your partner Can't you see the music is just starting? Night is falling, and I am falling Dance with me Fantasy could never
Übersetzung: Orleans. Dance With Me.
let go laugh, shook back his clothes all around Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance, yeah, dance. He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughtout the south He spoke with
to learn! I never got my turn She never gave me a chance I used to daydream of takin' off those Chic jean pants At the High School Dance She just let
me You can't even blame it that's what the hood made me [Verse 7: Baby] Martin Luther King Man you ain't need no help from me Made that money with a
Well the Dixieland rock Let your hair down Sugar, shake it free And do the Dixieland rock with me Let your hair dance Sugar, shake it And do the Dixieland rock with me
chuck it out and subdue it So self-educate, nigga don't hate Cause the game I got, is Madden oh-eight Fuck with Cube, I'm better than YouTube Fuck with
square out ya chest with the shotgun Make a whole pair out one nigga with the shotgun We can go there, my nigga, I'm so there Ridin by myself with the
your manicured nails to ya pedicured toes [Chorus] [Ludacris] You hear the song so dance, don't always think I'm tryna get in your pants,cause see me
He jumped so high, jumped so high Then he'd lightly touch down I met him in a cell in New Orleans, He was down and out He looked to me to be the eyes
with me Down from Mississippi Down to New Orleans They got the honeysuckle Blooming on a honeysuckle vine Love is bloomin' there all the time Down from Mississippi Down to New Orleans
[Drake] Riding round the city, plastic cup of Henny find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I don't know many I say shout my driver Lauren, thats 62 with
a couple drinks, I start to feeling myself I start to dance up on ya feeling under your belt I need a tipper, when I'm dancing you put the money on my thighs Just watch me
the beat with it jig with it Hustlers play for keep with it so I keep my heat with it (A bay bay thats my song turn it up) Im with my folks whether they
call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the dough still, And anybody in my way, roadkill, Everything my hands touch turn to gold, Money, knots and jewels with
I dont write it I recite it in cursive Whats your name Mr. Carter (Yeah) President Carter (YEAH) Dr. Carter (HAAA) If you see me when you see me say you see me
yeah, yeah Feel me, shorty Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I know it's late (Baby, feel, baby, feel me) Just feel me though (Feel, feel me
from New Orleans It's been a while more than 10 years past When you close your eyes you can still see her ass Her momma used to dance like that Bouncin' that ass with
