DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince - Dance or die lyrics

rate me

(Hit man)

Yeah

Let's take a trip try to grip the fantasy

And I'm a get you hip to how dangerous dance can be

Seem kind a crazy when I check it in hindsight

I went crazy berserk kind a jeckyl and hyde like

Two years ago I went on a rampage

I slipped lost grip started ripping the dance stage

People around me my head kind a wizzing

What a ___ dilemma and underground wizard (hit man)

Heard the sound of music and I opened my eyes up

Theirs people all around me so yo I better rise up

A couple of guys grabbed me and he said to me lets go

You're the new wardon of the wall flower death row

New row a what do who do wo dippide oop da da hoop who the hell are you

They told me who they were buttold me what my new job was

I thought for a second and said yea that's kind a fly cuz

So to you people that just holding the walls up

You're messing up the party and when I'm getting called up

You better get your butt to the floor with the quickness

Or let the crowd bear witness

(you are dead) (hit man)

Now I came doing my thing in the underground

I wear all black I'm sort of like a vampire now

I don't eat or sleep and I don't like light

I just hunt wall flowers I'm a man of the night

I walk through the club with a gun and a blackjack

My cap around backwards party hats on my back pack

I always try to keep a look out for the party sleeper

And when I peep a sleeper then I'm the grim reaper

In to the bottomless pit they keep plungin

Down with the other clowns deep in my dungeon

And homie if I harm ya its for your behaviour

No knight in shining armour is coming to save ya

You can't get away but yo you try to run son

You doing the electric boogaloo with my stun gun

Then you go to solitary lonely and tied up

And plus from the stun gun your arm all fried up

Somebody said my power went to my head a bit

I wish that I could find the brother sucker that said the __

I wanna torch em up punish them through the night

Put em in the dungeon with a tape of vanilla ice

I'm in control like Janet

Ya cant stand it

I'm figgida like a fire don't fan it

The mind of a mad man seen through the windows of my eyes

Dance or die

(you are)

(dead)

(hit man)

You don't wanna dance you just wanna cool out cat

Well come into the club and it's a straight up death trap

Cause I'm a mad scientist chillins a no no

Psycho socio straight up loco

Taking the life of any sucker that stand around

I spot em in the corner chillin then I'm a lay em down

So call the ambulance to come and just take em away

Ah forget get a hearse we d o a

An eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth

A buckshot for a booty than ain't getting loose

A straight up outlaw a cold blooded villain

A point blank killin for suckers thats chillin

Cause I don't stand for chillin on my dancefloor

If you ain't dancin then I'm Charles Manson

Coming with the death squad to through your behind out

If you ain't movin jumpin or grrovin I'm pulling my nine out

Right up in the club I'll put you to death

And while the guns still smokin I'm a dance on your chest

The prince of the party pushing with the power

Dance till nine or death till the wallflower

Louder and louder the crowd keep chantin

Pointing at the booty caught who aint dancin

So like the terminator now it's up to me

Asta la vista baby

(you are dead hit man)