2 Live Crew - Table Dance lyrics

Chorus (4x): [brother marquis] Can a b**h do a table dance? Can a b**h do a table dance? Hell no!! Can a b**h do a table dance? Can a b**h do a table dance? Get out my face, hoe! Verse 1: [brother marquis] I don't give my riches to the b**hes! 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**hes 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 p**y bills! If you got mouths to feed, b**h, you better recognize a dick in need 'cause i'm a 3-piece n***a, b**h, i don't play I want the p**y, a place to stay, but i don't pay! Uhh!! uhh!! now throw that p**y!! Chorus Verse 2: [fresh kid ice] Booty clubs where n***as go Spendin' flow for stripper hoes And table-tops cost five dollars If the hoe ain't cute, don't even bother b**h, 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***as might trip 'cause p**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 p**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 p**y!! Chorus Verse 3: [brother marquis] Serve me out your best dick-s**er Much money as i'ma spend in this motherf**er? You holler "no cash, no a**!" Well then b**h, i pa**! 'cause i ain't givin' up no cash! Hell naw! Not to see yo' funky a**! You wanna dance? Don't sewat it! If i f** for free, then you can dance on credit Trick-a** n***as 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***as be wreckin' theyself, Thinkin' they got that b**h to theyself? Well i sit back and relax But tell b**hes with babies They need to work for food stamps You can pop that p**y tax-free, But you won't get sh** from me! Uhh!! uhh!! now throw that p**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**hes dance free on amateur night! Shakin' what they mama f** 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**h ain't one I'm freakin' on like the next man When you take this cash, i'm lookin' up yo' a**! p**y pay the bills, dick pay the rent! All i got is a thanks and a compliment Usin' it like a weapon b**hes gettin paid for s** and affection f** you and your conversation! I ain't makin' no f**in' donations! Uhh!! uhh!! now throw that p**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