[Intro]    Yeah, NFL, Boyz II Men    Characters baby    Meet me on the dance floor, come on       [Nafis]    Yo    It's like this, in a nice miss we faked it some tight whips    Chromed out (*edited*) out tokens'll right this    That frozen alley had my lip on some mad (*edited*)    Cuz we stack chips, had us grove to a plat' list    When they see us, yeah run    They hopin' out the Beamers, Pourches Range Rovers and Hummers    My crew the cleanest, we the grittiest, back the meanest chick    Get the Nafis dip, bouncers at the door clear the path    It's Nafis forever clique       [Boys II Men]    Have them take a place    People sittin' 'round    Riders on the side    No one's even tried to get down    Brotha's being fly    Ladies acting shy    Ain't no doubt to loose    I'm gon' get my groove on tonight    Gotta dance, gotta dance, gotta dance       [1] - Ain't no use in holding up the wall    Come and get that body on the floor    Baby, lose control and scream and shout    Get your boogie down and work it out       Everybody's out, party's going on    And we're gonna rock until the sunlight crash and dawn    ('Till the break of dawn)    Ain't a thing that you can do    When the rhythm's calling you    Let it work it's way right into you    Gotta dance, gotta dance, gotta dance       [Repeat 1 ]   [Repeat 1 ]      Na na na na na    Na na na na na    Na na na na na    Na na na na na       [Garrison Hearst]    Make it move there's no need to hold back now    Hit the floor, let loose and watch me break this down    Keep it mellow or we can get wild    See you haters in the corner tryin' to peep my style    You want my stash, gold, checks, sports illustrated    I'm motivated by the fact that I'm being hated    Now my pockets swell, game straight outta ATL    G-land, Boyz II Men, work it out    What's the deal       [Repeat 1]   [Repeat 1]