Text písně If U Can't Dance

Yo! If you can't dance, its cool to get up now 
Yeah, see, usually, ya'll stand off on the side 
You know, you a little embarassed or whatever
But this is one of them joints for everybody
So get on up, but keep it simple, 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 and be like, next
But you gon' be like, "Hold up, Ma" (next) 
But she gon' be like, uh huh boy (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 
And this dude's out on the floor OD-ing, just way over-dancing
You know, 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 and I was very silly 
Told her I was from Philly she looked at me said, "Really?" 
And 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 glad I met her, let's go somewhere together 
She said she'd ride in my car cause she knew my car 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, got me feelin' kinda set-up 
Now Dude was really fed up and 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 
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 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 we even 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 
And don't put your thing on her cool