Side 2 Side (feat. Bow Wow & Project Pat)

Yeah, this a dance song
 For all my thugs in the club that don't dance
 Just be in the back, arms folded
 Cap pulled down, just in the cut, scopin' ev'rything
 You know what I'm saying?
 Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat, Bow Wow
 What? It's goin' down (yeah)
 I'm in the club posted up (up), got my arms folded
 - in my mouth and these haters I'm scopin', I'm just
 Twistin' my body from side to side (I'm just)
 Twistin' my body from side to side
 I'm in the club posted up (up), got my arms folded
 Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scopin', I'm just
 Twistin' my body from side to side (I'm just)
 Twistin' my body from side to side (yeah)
 See, why I don't dance (dance)
 In the city where I'm from, I wear the pants (wear the pants)
 These b- think they cool (cool)
 I got the d- so I make the rules (make the rules)
 I got a big ol' car (big ol' car)
 I love a b- with a big ol' bra (big ol' bra)
 She loves s- up - (yeah)
 I think I'ma give her some (some)
 (Bow Wow in the building)
 I pull up in a Lambo', pockets stay on strike
 Walk up in the club and ask these - what it hit for
 You know I got them stacks on deck
 If ya ain't tip-tippin', you a lame and that's that
 Got the butterfly doors, ridin' clean on the 'Lac (phew)
 With them Alpine speakers bumpin' heavy in the back (scone)
 I don't know about y'all but ev'rything I do is big
 From the rocks in my chain to the cars and the cribs
 I'm in the club posted up (up), got my arms folded
 - in my mouth and these haters I'm scopin', I'm just
 Twistin' my body from side to side (I'm just)
 Twistin' my body from side to side
 I'm in the club posted up (up), got my arms folded
 Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scopin', I'm just
 Twistin' my body from side to side (I'm just)
 Twistin' my body from side to side (yeah)
 Twistin' my body, movin' to the music
 Cool lil' body, don't you confuse it
 We can get in twos
 The hands, I ruse it
 Lil' couz got a thing on him, he'll use it
 Hands cocked to the right and to the left though
 Killers on -, insane like a Kepto
 Maniac, Project Pat posted with my kin folks
 Ridin' with the hood, Norf-Norf to the world though
 I thought you knew I was the mane (mane)
 The D-boy off the chain (chain)
 Gon' walk up to a girl, tell a b-, "I'm Rick James" (James)
 With the diamonds in my ring (ring)
 And the gold front fangs (fangs)
 And you know I'm hood rich, means I got a little change
 With my thugs from the North
 'Cause I know they got my back (back)
 And we're lookin' for some chickens
 That can work it on the track (track)
 I'm just tryna get a mil, I ain't tryna be a Mack (Mack)
 Posted up in the club
 With a pocket full of -
 I'm in the club posted up (up), got my arms folded
 - in my mouth and these haters I'm scopin', I'm just
 Twistin' my body from side to side (I'm just)
 Twistin' my body from side to side
 I'm in the club posted up (up), got my arms folded
 Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scopin', I'm just
 Twistin' my body from side to side (I'm just)
 Twistin' my body from side to side (yeah)