Break Dancing

Look, I can't hold none of these packs, boy, I been off the leash

I'm a dog, Saint Bernard, keep them pussycats from round me

All these bitches hounding, seven hits on my tape

I feel just like I'm clowney

Mr. Clean ain't talking downy

I'ma turn up in this bitch, fuck it, roll another spliff

Night stalker like two Johns, I be shitting on these niggas

And I ain't never did attempts she looked my way, I bet I hit

And I ain't never did no dancing, but these bags got some rhythm

Coping pleasI don't feel them, uh