Will Smith - If U Can't Dance Lyrics
[INTRO:]Yo! If you can't dance, its cool to get up nowUsually, ya'll gotta sit on the side, but tonight, it's cool ...slide...[CHORUS]If you can't dance then this is your jam, baby, left to right all nightSlide that's all you gotta do... You can't dance then this is your jam, babyLeft to right all night, slide, that's all you gotta doNow 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 tightBoy settle downNow I ain't just messing with youI got better things to doI'm trying to help, I got a lesson for youI know you do the best you could doWanna get next to Boo, then the less you do the betterCause women equate dance with sexThey 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 yaRule #2, never do a dance you can't do, why stupid,Cause you can't do it[CHORUS]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 meShe thought my name was Billy, I told her it was WillieShe said she watch my TV show & I was very sillyTold her I was from Philly she looked at me said, 'Really?'& judging from her t-shirt, I could tell that she was chillySo I gave her my sweater, she said her name was EttaShe said she come from Cuba and she just had bought a JettaShe said she was glad I met her, let's go somewhere togetherShe said she'd ride in my car cause she knew that it was betterThe 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 inI figured I should get up & quickly clear my head up,Cause Etta got a man & I'm feelin' kinda set-upNow Dude was really fed up & yo, he wouldn't let upHomey if I hit you, you might never ever get upNow he was not a dancer, plus he wasn't handsomeComin' like Mel Gibson, like I had his girl for ransomYo, Pedro wanna go out side, yo amigo, tranquillo... slide[CHORUS]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 moveNo need to out do itRule #4, out on the floor, don't be doing moves that don't nobody do no moreDraw too much attention to be adventurous out on the floorThere'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 haveto discussThat there's no lip biting or pelvic thrustsI 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 onher...cool?![CHORUS]
