Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dance For Me , by - Mary J. Blige. Release date: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Dance For Me |
| Yo, even if you don’t dance, rock to this |
| Let your pants sag, stand up and block to this |
| Come on mami, relieve stress, you don’t need rest |
| So while the niggers lay cash, you chicks shake ass |
| If you’re floatin' real high |
| And you feelin' the vibe |
| Won’t you get on the floor and just dance for me |
| If you’re feeling the groove |
| It ain’t knocking for you |
| So just get on the floor and just dance for me |
| And I know you been stressed |
| That’s how we got you messed up |
| Get on the floor and just dance for me |
| Just be here and you’ll jump |
| So stay here 'till it close |
| And stay up on the floor and just dance for me |
| Hey, I know it’s been rough |
| But I’m tryin' to make it easy |
| For everybody to dance for me |
| So come one, come all, come everybody |
| Me and you, all of us 'bout to really party |
| And you know that we’re gonna put it down |
| After two more drinks, we’ll be feelin' the sound |
| Get off the wall cuz I know that you can feel me |
| Stop the fronting and dance for me |
| So come one, come all, come everyone |
| And me and you, all of us, by the way we party |
| And you know that we’re gonna put it down |
| After four more drinks we’ll be fallin' down |
| Leave all your troubles and your cares behind |
| Don’t you worry 'bout a thing, not tonight, no |
| Don’t drink too much because we have all night |
| Don’t you rush because it’s all night long |
| Yeah, yeah, yo |
| Party time, pull the Linx out, get the minks out |
| Or come ghetto, but just dance to the music |
| Feel the vibe, I’ll throw up your hands and loose it |
| You say you ball 'till you fall |
| Well it’s your chance to prove it |
| You on hand 'till the sun up |
| And the pounds of smoke, bottles is empty |
| And I got them models in the Bentley |
| And six simply when I bounce in the club |
| Around thugs that smoke ounces of blunt |
| Cop cases of Cris', pop 'till they can’t taste the shit |
| But hell, what’s the major event |
| Real niggas, real broads, ill cars, hot rims |
| Sedan Coupes, SUV’s, to the drop Benz |
| From the outside in, the party rock |
| We just started and we ain’t tryin' to hardly stop |
| From the Bellvedere to the Bacardi shots |
| Just dance ma, cuz you know the bar hot |