Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If U Can't Dance (Slide), artist - Will Smith. Album song Lost And Found, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 28.03.2005
Record label: An Interscope Records release;
Song language: English
If U Can't Dance (Slide) |
Yo! |
If you can’t dance, its cool to get up now |
Usually, ya’ll gotta sit on the side, but tonight, it’s cool… slide… |
If you can’t dance then this is your jam, baby, left to right all night |
Slide that’s all you gotta do… You can’t dance then this is your jam, baby |
Left to right all night, slide, that’s all you gotta do Now we all know the boy at the club, all liquored up, |
Boy with the bub tryin’to pick 'em up, wack dancing, |
'Wooking pa nub', shirt too bright, pants too tight |
Boy settle down |
Now I ain’t just messing with you |
I got better things to do |
I’m trying to help, I got a lesson for you |
I know you do the best you could do Wanna get next to Boo, then the less you do the better |
Cause women equate dance with sex |
They gon’see you &be like, 'Next'! |
But you gon’be like, 'hold up Ma'('Next!') |
But she gon’be like, uh huh, ('Next!') |
Now looka-here, rule #1, know ya name, |
if it ain’t Usher, Justin or Hammer, then we can touch ya Rule #2, never do a dance you can’t do, why stupid, |
Cause you can’t do it So I’m up in my spot in Miami the other night, right |
&this Dude’s out on the floor OD-ing, just way 'over-dancing' |
So his Mommy wanna holla at me She thought my name was Billy, I told her it was Willie |
She said she watch my TV show &I was very silly |
Told her I was from Philly she looked at me said, 'Really?' |
&judging from her t-shirt, I could tell that she was chilly |
So I gave her my sweater, she said her name was Etta |
She said she come from Cuba and she just had bought a Jetta |
She said she was glad I met her, let’s go somewhere together |
She said she’d ride in my car cause she knew that it was better |
The conversation cookin', attention getting’tookin' |
My Spidey senses tinglin', I felt somebody lookin' |
Now who this brotha lookin', &now he runnin', bookin' |
I’m mad I’m like a fisherman, I almost had my hook in I figured I should get up &quickly clear my head up, |
Cause Etta got a man &I'm feelin’kinda set-up |
Now Dude was really fed up &yo, he wouldn’t let up Homey if I hit you, you might never ever get up Now he was not a dancer, plus he wasn’t handsome |
Comin’like Mel Gibson, like I had his girl for ransom |
Yo, Pedro wanna go out side, yo amigo, tranquillo… slide |
Now rule #3 is easy, please remember that you ain’t on «Beat Street» |
Sweet feet, you ain’t tryin’to win no TV, another dude did a move |
No need to out do it Rule #4, out on the floor, don’t be doing moves that don’t nobody do no more |
Draw too much attention to be adventurous out on the floor |
There’s a reason that don’t nobody do 'em no more, you feel me? |
This may be hilarious, but Rule #5 is serious, it’s a shame that we have |
to discuss |
That there’s no lip biting or pelvic thrusts |
I mean you think that move will put the sting on her, |
you too close, tryin’to put a ring on her? |
You don’t know that girl, don’t cling on her &don't put your thing on her… cool?! |