If You Can't Dance Songtext
von Will Smith

Yo, if you can′t dance, it's cool to get up now
Yeah, see usually y′all stand off on the side
You know, you a little embarrassed or whatever
But this one of them joints for everybody
So get on up but keep it simple
Slide

If you can't dance, then this is your jam, baby
Let's do right all night, slide
That′s all you gotta do
If you can′t dance, then this is your jam, baby
Let's do right all night, slide
That′s all you gotta do

Now we all know the boy at the club
Boy lick it up, boy with the bub
Tryna pick 'em up
Whack dancing, woke up a nub
His shirt too bright, pants too tight
Boy, settle down


Now I ain′t just messing with you
I got better things to do
I'm tryna help, I got a lesson for you
I know you do the best you can do

Wanna get next to boo?
Then the less you do, the better
′Cause women equate dance with sex
They gon' see you and be like (Next)
But you gon' be like, "Hold up, ma" (Next)
But she gon′ be like, "Uh-uh, pa" (Next)
Now lookie here

Rule number one: know your name
It ain′t Usher, Justin Hammer? Then we can touch ya
Rule number two: never do a dance you can't do
Why, stupid? You can′t do it

If you can't dance, then this is your jam, baby
Let′s do right all night, slide
That's all you gotta do
If you can′t dance, then this is your jam, baby
Let's do right all night, slide
That's all you gotta do


So I′m up at my spot in Miami the other night, right?
And this dude out on the floor OD′ing
Just way over-dancing
You know, so his mommy wanna holler at me

She thought my name was Billy
I told her it was Willy
She said she watch my TV show and I was very silly

Told her I was from Philly
She looked at me, said, "Really?"
And judging from her T-shirt, I could tell that she was chilly
So I gave her my sweater

She said her name Rosetta
She said she come from Cuba and she just had bought a Jetta
She said she glad I met her
Let's go somewhere together
She said she ride in my car ′cause she knew my car was better
The conversation cooking, attention getting tooken

My Spidey senses tingling, I felt somebody looking
Now who this brother looking?
And now he running, booking
I met him like a fisherman, I almost had my hook in
I figured I should get up and quickly clear my head up
Rosetta got a man, got me feeling kinda set up
Now dude was really fed up and yo, he wouldn't let up
Homie, if I hit you, you might never ever get up
Now he was not a dancer, plus he wasn′t handsome

Coming like Mel Gibson, like I had his girl for ransom

Pedro, wanna go outside?
Yo, amigo, tranquilo, slide

If you can't dance, then this is your jam, baby
Let′s do right all night, slide
That's all you gotta do
If you can't dance, then this is your jam, baby
Let′s do right all night, slide
That′s all you gotta do

Now rule number three is easy
Please remember that you ain't on Beat Street
With sweet feet, you ain′t tryna win no TV
Another dude did a move, no need to outdo it
Rule number four: out on the floor
Don't be doing moves that don′t nobody do no more
Draw too much attention to be adventurous on the floor
There's a reason that don′t nobody do 'em no more
You feel me? This may be hilarious
But rule number five is serious, uh

It's a shame we even had to discuss
But it′s no lip biting or pelvic thrusts
I mean, you think that move will put sting on her?

You too close, tryna put a ring on her?

You don′t know that girl, don't cling on her
And don′t put your thing on her, cool?

If you can't dance, then this is your jam, baby
Let′s do right all night, slide
That's all you gotta do
If you can′t dance, then this is your jam, baby
Let's do right all night, slide
That's all you gotta do