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2 live crew - table dance lyrics

( ) = woman’s line
[ ] = mr. mixx

chorus (4x): brother marquis
(can a b-tch do a table dance? can a b-tch do a table dance?) h-ll no!!
(can a b-tch do a table dance? can a b-tch do a table dance?) get out my face, hoe!

verse 1: brother marquis

i don’t give my riches to the b-tches!
shake-dancin’ ain’t nothin’ but trickin’
ten dollars, too much to give ’em
i done had my two-drink minnimum
i watch from a distance so i can see,
now charles kickin’ me out the vip?
b-tches callin’ me cheap
while they trick as they dancin’ in minks
hoe, you must be crazy
i know it’s your job, but i ain’t trickin’ miss daisy
i want a quick feel, a cheap thrill –
but i ain’t payin’ no p-ssy bills!
if you got mouths to feed,
b-tch, you better recognize a d-ck in need
’cause i’m a 3-piece n-gg-, b-tch, i don’t play
i want the p-ssy, a place to stay, but i don’t pay!
[uhh!! uhh!! now throw that p-ssy!!]

chorus

verse 2: fresh kid ice

booty clubs where n-gg-s go
spendin’ flow for stripper hoes
and table-tops cost five dollars
if the hoe ain’t cute, don’t even bother
b-tch, come clean from beginnin’
drop them strings and skin to win
she gotta show pink to get paid
and i don’t want a hoe who’s always afraid
i’ll flip that hoe like a script
’cause for all that flow, n-gg-s might trip
’cause p-ssy’s a man’s best friend
and she gotta keep shakin’ ’till the record ends
’cause i like them stripper hoes
the ones from rolexx and coco’s
so come on, make ya p-ssy pop
and i keep on gettin’ them table-tops!
{spoken} c’mon, girl, now, show me a shot now … aaight!
[uhh!! uhh!! now throw that p-ssy!!]

chorus

verse 3: brother marquis

serve me out your best d-ck-sucker
much money as i’ma spend in this motherf-cker?
you holler “no cash, no -ss!”
[well then b-tch, i p-ss!]
’cause i ain’t givin’ up no cash!
[h-ll naw!] not to see yo’ funky -ss!
you wanna dance? don’t sewat it!
if i f-ck for free, then you can dance on credit
trick–ss n-gg-s just spoil ’em
payin’ ’em more than the club that employs ’em
checkin’ that booty movin’
to me it’s just a form of prost-tution
n-gg-s be wreckin’ theyself,
thinkin’ they got that b-tch to theyself?
well i sit back and relax
but tell b-tches with babies they need to work for food stamps
you can pop that p-ssy tax-free,
but you won’t get sh-t from me!
[uhh!! uhh!! now throw that p-ssy!!]

chorus

verse 4: brother marquis

i’m lookin’ for a crib for the weekend
i ain’t got no ends, but i wanna see the skins
i want mine for the low price
i heard b-tches dance free on amateur night!
shakin’ what they mama f-ck fo’
when your mama was a hoe, did she get dough?
don’t ask me for a dance; i don’t need one
i got 99 problems and a b-tch ain’t one
i’m freakin’ on like the next man
when you take this cash, i’m lookin’ up yo’ -ss!
[p-ssy pay the bills, d-ck pay the rent!]
all i got is a thanks and a compliment
usin’ it like a weapon
b-tches gettin paid for s-x and affection
f-ck you and your conversation!
i ain’t makin’ no f-ckin’ donations!
[uhh!! uhh!! now throw that p-ssy!!]

chorus

[all you hoes get on down!!]

during chorus:
[hop wid it!!]
[hey! take it to the ground!]
[hop wid it!]
[get on down!]

chorus

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