Your trapped on the dance floor
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It's locked there's no escape
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There's no eat no drink cant take a break
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No seat to sit down you gotta stand up
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The record on the wheel reacts like a handcuff
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Your in a cage and this groove will bound you
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People in the club like bars around you
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The doors open up and the people are poured in
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You're all the prisoners the DJ is the warden
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Your mind is useless instinct takes control
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Jam to techno
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Groove to soul to soul
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You been arrested
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Now your being tested
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The beat is a sex fiend, you're being molested
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Snare drum kicks like pistol that's final
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You gotta dance or get rammed like a Rhino
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The DJ cuts with a knife like a surgery
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Sayin that the slice aint nice that’s perjury
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The music infiltrates you and takes you
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Grabs you holds you molds you and makes you
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Do things you wouldn't of otherwise done
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Like shake rattle roll pump twist and then some
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Ain't no law here you can't protest this
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Stop looking around there ain't no exit
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You can't leave till the man pulls the needle
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Take it as a warning
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Take heed or I'll quicken the pitch and make you dance faster
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The drum is the whip, bass line is the master
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The temperature's 100 and yet you still want more
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You’re a slave and your trapped on the dance floor
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Oh oh I'm trapped like a
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???
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I can't get out
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Can't you see I'm trapped
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Can't you see I'm so confused
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I can't get out
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Now your wanderin lost in the jungle
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You came in hyped up but now your humble
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Wringin out sweat from your soakin wet clothes
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You scream for help, blend in with the Ah's and O's
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You try to sit but their ain't know spaces
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The floor is a desert, the bar the oasis
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I know your on the tip for the rhyme I just did
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But here's a little taste of my homeboy, El Sid
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A'ight prince it’s the El Sid's version
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I'm a raid on the track, I'm a hip-hop surgeon
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The floor is jam packed get away from the bar scene
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The strum of the drum n I'm gonna trap you like a sardine
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You try to move no form of escape
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The heat brings on sweat, stick on like tape
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Party like's it thin
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Girls slim and trim on the floor
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Don't try to shoot for the door
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This ain't the gym
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The party goers every night had a scene
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This mic try to be fly but still trapped like a Venus
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Aint a spiff or a spoof
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Boy you better not goof
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You about to cave in although you ain't on a roof
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The rhythm traps from all sides to angles
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Playing the wind pipe resist … strangle
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You can't escape until the DJ's fingers up
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So play like a phone or coat and just hang it up
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The speakers pumping out sounds and hip words
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Lines between the rhythm designed to equip nerves
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You better jam we don't care if you hardcore
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Cause we got you trapped on the dance floor
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Oh oh I'm trapped like a
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???
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I can't get out
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Can't you see I'm trapped
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Can't you see I'm so confused
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I can't get out
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Oh oh I'm trapped like a
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???
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I can't get out
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Can't you see I'm trapped
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Can't you see I'm so confused
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I can't get out
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Me and prince got together just to kick out lines
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No trouble at the party cause we're strapped with nines
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Dance floor secure, don't bother tryin to get out
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Because until the late AM this man won't let out
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Nobody cause he's killing it mean
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Got ya dancin' in the dark so dress like Springsteen
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Razzamatazz a pasazz about to rip the flesh is my man Jazz Fresh
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Soon as I worked through the door
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I got trapped on the dance floor
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See this girlie that I never saw
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She was looking raw
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Came a little closer
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Then I approached her
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Then I drop the fox trot so hot that I roast her
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Burnt the floor into flames it's a damn shame
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Hard to explain
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I did it up like I was straight outta Soul Train
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Listen as I discuss this yo bust this
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Like a hammer in front of a camera you cant touch this
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Trapped on the floor like a vulture
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Part of my culture
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You might even thought I was John Travolta
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| Get live like a Jackson Five |
