Artist: Z-Ro f/ Lil' Keke Album: Crack Song: If That's How You Feel Typed by: Lil Hustle [Chorus - 2x] If you wanna dance to this, dance if that's how ya feel But my body don't move like that, so I'ma chill I'ma play the wall, leaving all the dancing to y'all But we can party, till somebody call the laws [Z-Ro] Hey you can lean with it, rock with it if you wanna You can even chicken noodle soup but me, I'ma be in the corner With a drank in my hand, checking out the spot Baby girl do what Snoop told ya to do, and drop it like it's hot Rhythm is taking over you, don't stop it like it's not Act like you from New Orleans, and pussy popping I'ma watch But since I'm by myself, I got pump on me Watching out for my enemies, cause I know they'd love to jump or dump on me Plus I got diamonds, big as Lisa Raye's lips And every time I hit the club, I let my chain hang like Lil' Flip I know them jackers, be out to get me dude But like Bone Crusher I'm never scared, it's a gangsta standing in my shoes I'ma leave the dancing to y'all, keeping my back on the wall Man I'm so drunk if I wasn't a playa, I'd probably fall I'm a head buster But I don't think I'm better than nobody else, I just can't move like Usher [Chorus - 2x] [Lil' Keke] I'm in chill mode homie, ain't no fronting and faking Steady laughing at these niggaz out here, bouncing and shaking Having drinks in the VIP, I'm so clean I see some fellas in the crowd, with a dance routine They got the same clothes on, they rolling and tripping A couple of broads walk by, they start popping and ticking Got my back on the wall, in the club we roll And as far as Don go, it's Southsiding at the show I'm on the stage getting busy, trying to do my work And all I see is them lil' jeans, and them tight ass shirts God damn lil' homie, what the world coming to I'm from the old school mayn, we don't dance to Screw Trying to really get my pimp on, broads is bopping But I'm checking out these niggaz out here, shocking and rocking Let em all do they thang, cause the game is fair But I'm a gangsta from the South, and we don't do that there [Chorus - 2x] [Z-Ro] Now you can Harlem shuffle, or electric slide But I'm like Triple Six Mafia, moving my body from side to side Instead of doing the two step, I shoot two techs I ain't even gon' Crip walk, even though I'm down with the blue set Cause we don't dance, in the Screwed Up Click Unless you talking about boxing, we can do that shit Looking for a cigarillo, to put my dosha in Moving slow motion, like I'm Juvenile and Soulja Slim The club is full of females, chocolate ass caramels and bad ass yellow bones Trying to put they digits, in my telephone The music is bumping, people throwing they hands in the air But other than bobbing my head, I'ma just stand there Homie, you know I got my weapon in my pocket I might accidentally shoot up the club, if I accidentally drop it So I'm playing it safe, cause the moves I make Are Scarface, I can't do the Justin Timberlake nigga [Chorus - 2x]