Table Dance lyrics

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

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

Verse 1: Brother Marquis

I don't give my riches to the b*tches!
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?
b*tches 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 pus*y bills!
If you got mouths to feed
b*tch, you better recognize a di*k in need
'Cause I'm a 3-piece n*gga, b*tch, I don't play
I want the pus*y, a place to stay, but I don't pay!
[Uhh!! Uhh!! Now throw that pus*y!!]
Chorus

Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice

Booty clubs where n*ggas go
Spendin' flow for stripper hoes
And table-tops cost five dollars
If the hoe ain't cute, don't even bother
b*tch, 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, n*ggas might trip
'Cause pus*y'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 pus*y 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 pus*y!!]

Chorus

Verse 3: Brother Marquis
Serve me out your best di*k-sucker
Much money as I'ma spend in this motherf*cker?
You holler "No cash, no ass!"
[Well then b*tch, 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 f*ck for free, then you can dance on credit
Trick-ass n*ggas 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
n*ggas be wreckin' theyself
Thinkin' they got that b*tch to theyself?
Well I sit back and relax
But tell b*tches with babies they need to work for food stamps
You can pop that pus*y tax-free
But you won't get sh*t from me!
[Uhh!! Uhh!! Now throw that pus*y!!]

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 b*tches dance free on amateur night!
Shakin' what they mama f*ck 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 b*tch ain't one
I'm freakin' on like the next man
When you take this cash, I'm lookin' up yo' ass!
[pus*y pay the bills, di*k pay the rent!]
All I got is a thanks and a compliment
Usin' it like a weapon
b*tches gettin paid for sex and affection
f*ck you and your conversation!
I ain't makin' no f*ckin' donations!
[Uhh!! Uhh!! Now throw that pus*y!!]
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