2 Live Crew – Table Dance lyrics

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!!
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
(Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?) Get out my face, hoe!

I don't give my riches to the bitches!
Shake-dancin' ain't nothin' but trickin'
Ten dollars, too much to give 'em
Now Charles kickin' me out the vip?
I done had my two-drink minnimum
I watch from a distance so I can see,
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
But I ain't payin' no pussy bills!
I want a quick feel, a cheap thrill -
Bitch, you better recognize a dick in need
If you got mouths to feed,
'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
If the hoe ain't cute, don't even bother
And table-tops cost five dollars
Drop them strings and skin to win
Bitch, come clean from beginnin'
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
And I keep on gettin' them table-tops!
So come on, make ya pussy pop
{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'
Niggas be wreckin' theyself,
To me it's just a form of prostitution
Thinkin' they got that bitch to theyself?
Well I sit back and relax
You can pop that pussy tax-free,
But tell bitches with babies they need to work for food stamps
But you won't get shit from me!
[Uhh!! Uhh!! Now throw that pussy!!]

Chorus

Verse 4: Brother Marquis

I ain't got no ends, but I wanna see the skins
I'm lookin' for a crib for the weekend
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
Fuck you and your conversation!
Bitches gettin paid for s** and affection
I ain't makin' no fuckin' donations!

[Uhh!! Uhh!! Now throw that pussy!!]

Chorus
[All you hoes get on down!!]

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

Chorus