Junior Hip Hop Dance | Schools Out

Hello. Who knows, spit it out hard with a head clap She ain't fake, so I tell her there's corn in her hair. Nat to a record label while I get my hair wrapped Then I let it fall under my New York Yankees cap I get to poppin', I'm droppin', y'all know I don't play You all know my swag is a bitch who messes with my flow, say And then he covers, just poppin' my record, gonna play Rest in peace to Hazel, Lose, Zae Zae My sister's tour bus—why are you telling me you're going to have a puzzle? Tell them, little mama No way, you can show me how, you can show me how to G-slide Little mama tour bus might ride, can you tell, take her time Let me show you how to do the G-slide, let me show you how to G-slide, let's go Little mama, get it poppin', put in work, G-slide for me Hey, G-slide for me, hey, G-slide for me Little mama, get it poppin', put in work, G-slide for me Hey, G-slide for me, hey Greatness plus greatness equals great greatness Hey, hey, hey Get loose, we move our shoulders forward, heads back Take charge like Janet Jack Get it on the floor, let them know what's happenin' L-Y-L, you'd better ask someone else Hopping on the grounds to the bus society You all don't really want it with a young, hot toddler With specs like Tex, a lot of it Rollin', rollin', left, left, right My team on the market, familiar, we about to pop it Like Robin, bro, like a hip-hop rockstar You don't know, little mama go She's running and pumping and hits you with the bus glow She's hot. Get loose, I'm flowin', I cannot stop Let you go