Story Behind The Song

I feel that all should be dancin.

Song Description

Embodies the heart of a dance song with hip hop lyrics. Despite all of life's adversities: love, work, family, there should be no excuse for not gettin' on the dance floor

Lyrics

We Should Be Dancin?

We should be dancin?. I don?t want yo? love, ma.
But thank you for askin?. What, ya? wanna cash in?
Crash in mansions, beats that made you sick.
Settle in, levelin?, devillain hits.
Fill me with yo? lust. Bust it on the dance floor.
What the fuck, ma, just who you dance for?
Moments collide in this spiritual war.
You dance as if you heard this cut before.
Make no mistake, ya? damn sure looking good.
Likeness of the Sun, I damn sure understood.
When you move through my world, girl, I couldn?t keep up.
Imprinted on my mind is those damn C-cups.
Getting? close to the edge, dream songs in head.
Butterflies on my bed to dance with you again.
Floatin? on my floor, can?t take it no more.
A south side mutha? fucka?, now you knowin? the score.

[Chorus]
We should be dancin?, dancin?, dancin?, dancin?

Ma gettin' loca, smokin' mota.
Like Diddy said, ?Too much hair on ya? chocha?.
What ?cha gonna do? See, me and you
Gettin? hurt. What?s it worth, soft baby boo?
Pense que te enganaba.
Come into my life, stay away from mi casa.
Son las cosas que te pasan.
That?s the way love goes, mama.
Give it to me one time, chants with the bliss.
Dance with a kiss. God damn, with yo? fists.
Flavor in the flaunt, girl, if you insist.
Floozy if ya? want, girl, you fuckin? flawless.
Invest in yo? shit. Ingest all yo? shit.
You know a south side mutha? fucka? don?t quit.
Must have devotion, but skips in my scam.
?Cause I never let a bitch tell me who the fuck I am.

[Chorus]

Swimmin? in the sunset, wanna dance long?
Chill the fuck out, ma, just a rap song.
Challenge if you must, Love, but leave the jazz on.
Gonna fill you my lust, Love, so we can blast off.
Last thought, fast-talk, last walk, last wish.
Some around the corner, ma, you know there?s other fish
In the sea. Look at me
Getting? free y?all!
Mutha? fuck Pink Floyd ?cause I tore that wall.
Fuck ya? weak boys, man, I?ll see you when you fall.
Fuck weak noise, weak toys. Seek joy.
Fuck all the fame, all the money. Fuck it all!
Suckin? on a raindrop, defy what we taste.
You the best female poet in this mutha? fuckin? place.
Love or lust? What a rush when I see ya? shake yo? shit.
Got the MOTS for yo? crotch and I?m beatin? to yo? tick.

[Chorus]