Lyric Table Dance

( ) = woman s line
[ ] = Mr. Mixx

Chorus (4x): Brother Marquis
(Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?) Hell no!!
(Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?) Get out my face, hoe!

Verse 1: Brother Marquis

I don t give my riches to the bitches!
Shake-dancin ain t nothin but trickin
Ten dollars, too much to give em
I done had my two-drink minnimum
I watch from a distance so I can see,
Now Charles kickin me out the VIP?
Bitches callin me cheap
While they trick as they dancin in minks
Hoe, you must be crazy
I know it s your job, but I ain t trickin miss daisy
I want a quick feel, a cheap thrill -
But I ain t payin no pussy bills!
If you got mouths to feed,
Bitch, you better recognize a dick in need
Cause I m a 3-piece nigga, bitch, I don t play
I want the pussy, a place to stay, but I don t pay!
[Uhh!! Uhh!! Now throw that pussy!!]

Chorus

Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice

Booty clubs where niggas go
Spendin flow for stripper hoes
And table-tops cost five dollars
If the hoe ain t cute, don t even bother
Bitch, come clean from beginnin
Drop them strings and skin to win
She gotta show pink to get paid
And I don t want a hoe who s always afraid
I ll flip that hoe like a script
Cause for all that flow, niggas might trip
Cause pussy s a man s best friend
And she gotta keep shakin till the record ends
Cause I like them stripper hoes
The ones from Rolexx and Coco s
So come on, make ya pussy pop
And I keep on gettin them table-tops!
{spoken} C mon, girl, now, show me a shot now ... aaight!
[Uhh!! Uhh!! Now throw that pussy!!]

Chorus

Verse 3: Brother Marquis

Serve me out your best dick-sucker
Much money as I ma spend in this motherfucker?
You holler "No cash, no ass!"
[Well then bitch, I pass!]
Cause I ain t givin up no cash!
[Hell naw!] Not to see YO funky ass!
You wanna dance? Don t sewat it!
If I fuck for free, then you can dance on credit
Trick-ass niggas just spoil em
Payin em more than the club that employs em
Checkin that booty movin
To me it s just a form of prostitution
Niggas be wreckin theyself,
Thinkin they got that bitch to theyself?
Well I sit back and relax
But tell bitches with babies they need to work for food stamps
You can pop that pussy tax-free,
But you won t get shit from me!
[Uhh!! Uhh!! Now throw that pussy!!]

Chorus

Verse 4: Brother Marquis

I m lookin for a crib for the weekend
I ain t got no ends, but I wanna see the skins
I want mine for the low price
I heard bitches dance free on amateur night!
Shakin what they mama fuck fo
When your mama was a hoe, did she get dough?
Don t ask me for a dance; I don t need one
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain t one
I m freakin on like the next man
When you take this cash, I m lookin up yo ass!
[Pussy pay the bills, dick pay the rent!]
All I got is a thanks and a compliment
Usin it like a weapon
Bitches gettin paid for sex and affection
Fuck you and your conversation!
I ain t makin no fuckin donations!
[Uhh!! Uhh!! Now throw that pussy!!]

Chorus

[All you hoes get on DOWN!!]

During chorus:
[Hop wid it!!]
[Hey! Take it to the ground!]
[Hop wid it!]
[Get on down!]

Chorus