Well I got a new kinda
squaredance rap
Gon talk smack

Flash my gat
I'm finna spit and hold my dick
And hear %#@! up like a thermostat

Grab your partner by the chaps
Give your partner a pimp-slap
Ti symbolize the ghetto trap

Step to the right
Give three claps
Kids jam-packed in tenement shacks

ain't %#@! cookin on the
stove but crack
This is the bat this hell begat

Cuz bosses are cleptomaniacs

Two by two Promenade

Duck from a B1 bomber raid
ain't bout the plans Osama made
Banks gettin paid off petrol trade Circulate Dosey-do

How much cash could a o-z grow?
Til all are fed and all have beds
My skin is Black

My star is red

FBI comin round the outside

Which one of us finna die tonight?
Is we finna fight over
crumbs to bite

Or make a whole mutha$#&@in world Ignite?
Everybody throw them bows
Right upside your partner's nose

By now you've got bloody clothes
Crabs in the barrel
So the story goes

Think of all their savage acts
Grabbin scratch from average cats
Bureaucrats with strings attached

Walk in place
Light the match


Two by two Promenade
Duck from a B1 bomber raid
ain't bout the plans Osama made

Banks getting paid of petrol trade Circulate Dosey-do
How much cash could a o-z grow?
Til all are fed and all have beds

My skin is Black
My star is red


Everybody get down low
Bout the level of your toes
These dance moves we usually do

Are not the ones that we have chose
Grab on to that beat and grind
Try your best to stay alive

We can run
We can't hide
Might as well just stay and fight


Two by two Promenade
Duck from a B1 bomber raid

ain't bout the plans Osama made
Banks getting paid off petrol trade Circulate Dosey-do
How much cash could a o-z grow?

Til all are fed and all have beds
My skin is Black my star is red