Sire, what is thy problem?
Boredom besets me like a pack of wild hounds on a bloody fox
What should I do?
Fetch me the fool, he makes me feel better
Send for the royal fool
Send for the royal fool
Send for the royal fool

(And later on)

Where's the royal fool?
I have a message from the royal fool
Read it aloud
B-But Sire
Read it aloud, now
You fucking fool
What?
Niggas don't dance
All they do is this
Let me see
All they do is this?
Off with his head

They don't dance no mo'
They don't dance no mo'
(What we doin' is sittin' around chillin')
They don't dance no mo'
They don't dance no mo'

Yeah, uh, yeah
Did it, done it, run it, sayin "How you want it?" Leave it
When you finished, let me dress it up and made it seem sweet
Like a beach in Martinique, Goodie back up on they feet
Set it straight for the nine-eight, license plate with the triple A
Callin' all them cars, because the club be goin' left and right
Throwin' blows like them pros, runnin' lows up in the night
Feelin numb from the cup I drank, holla at them thugs in the back
Baby, what you lookin fo'? Shawty I ain't showin' no slack

People don't dance no mo' (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss
All they do is diss (they don't dance no mo')
People don't dance no mo'
All they do is diss (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss
All they do is diss

They get off on holdin' folks hostage
They good, fo' casin' malls and leavin' broken glass
Where you park? Them two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyes
Fools calm, triggers fourth and long, zone three
Deep coverage, man under
We used to break doin' eighty-three
2 Live dropped, and we was throwin' D
They don't fight with fists
They bring they piss
Pat everybody down, before they leave this piece

People don't dance no mo' (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss
All they do is diss
People don't dance no mo' (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss
All they do is diss

Educate themselves, and went to jail, that filthy morgue
With the core, and high powered restrainin' mechanisms
Why is it? They slayin' this last nigga, ready to sick 'em
But I stay cool, and observe them fool and let's just thank, and drank
And clear the way you think, actin' out and about
That gat he pulled, that my patna' sawed
And he worked quickly, was it worth it? He didn't deserve it
Predestined weapons for lessons that we learned
Hot, bullets burned

People don't dance no mo' (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss
All they do is diss
People don't dance no mo' (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss
All they do is diss

Well, my name is Sugar Low, and this is my trade
For years we been some players, what more can I say?
Saturday night at my dance, throw on a few clothes, uh
Hit Atlanta live, and break a few rolls
Get some drinks, and stroll the halls, hold the walls
Just in case security can't control the brawls
I still roll the ball, but I done got a little too old
To get all sweaty dancin' round wit y'all

People don't dance no mo' (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss
All they do is diss
People don't dance no mo' (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss
All they do is diss (they don't dance no more)

People don't dance no mo' (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss
All they do is diss (they don't dance no more)
People don't dance no mo' (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss
All they do is diss

People don't dance no mo' (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss
All they do is diss (they don't dance no more)
People don't dance no mo' (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss (they don't dance no mo')
All they do is diss
All they do is diss (they don't dance no more)

(They don't dance no more)
(People don't dance no more)
(All they do is diss)
(All they do is diss)

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Writer(s): Cameron F. Gipp, David A. Sheats, Erin G. Johnson, Patrick L. Brown, Raymon Ameer Murray, Rico Renard Wade, Robert Terrance Barnett, Thomas Decarlo Burton