I Don't Dance - CMW - Compton's Most Wanted

I don’t dance because that just ain’t my style

Portray the prep and act so buck wild

And when the Eiht bails to these local clubs

My first inspiration is to just get buzzed

Dress code inforced, just like I said I ain’t frightened

The homie dressed up is a brand new shirt and dickies

So I spot a female up to par, jump out my car

And head straight for the bar

As I proceed I got a shove in the back

Turned around and said «black, you hopping like your on crack»

But he was hopping, and spinning so fast, brother put me in a trance

Mm-mm, I don’t dance

Scratching: (…and I will never dance…) X2

The place is packed.

Just like ring around the collar

Bail up to the door and don’t have to pay a dollar

«Compton's in the house» as everybody screams

As I dust off the sweatshirt and Levi’s Jeans

Can’t peep out the scene its a damn disgrace

Everytime I try a brother slides in my face

And I ain’t with breaking my back

Trying to impress a girl who ain’t giving up jack

And I never see you leave with a girl

All that sweating dried out your curl

Too much ants in your pants

I ain’t hype, thats why I dont dance

Scratching:

Now its 3'oclock, am, boy and I was gone

Grooving to the round the way girls song.

It was on

Downed the last of the Cogniac

Eiht was ready to attack

Grabbed the girl I was peeping

She was 5000 baby, I said «baby, ain’t no sleeping.»

Get my gangsta slide to the middle

That pumped her up I seen her earings jiggle

Right then the crowd got crazy

But the DJ got kinda lazy

Through on the «Ice Ice Baby»

It just didn’t fade me, thats why I dont dance

Scratching: X2