Make Your Move

Heel, yeah, yeah, yeah

Heel, yeah, yeah, yeah Heel, yeah,

yeah yeah, yeah

Heel, yeah, yeah, Heel, yeah, yeah

I got to go

I got to go. I'm on a roll

she treat me low

I got to go.

I'm on a roll

she treat me low

Welcome to the new look girl Ladies hit

the floor. Floor, floor, floor, floor

Welcome to the new look girl Ladies hit

the floor. Floor, floor, floor, floor, floor

Do it for the night. Do it for the day

Do it for the self

Droppin' low. Droppin' low I'm on a roll.

I'm on a roll. She treat me low

Do it for the night

Do it for the day

Do it for myself. Do, do, do

Welcome to the new look girl

Ladies hit the floor. Floor, floor, floor,

floor Welcome to the new look girl

Ladies hit the floor. Floor, floor,

floor, floor Floor, floor, floor, floor-

There he is. That's

what I want to see, baby.

What's up, man?

- Are you ready?

- I'm ready.

Just bring the people. I'll dance, alright.

- I need you on your A-game.

- Alright, I'll bring the show.

- Hi.

- One second. Could we just... time out.

- Just get a crowd on me, alright?

- Yes.

- Yo, Donny. First bus of the day.

- All right.

Ladies and gentlemen, please,

please come this way.

Step this way.

Please come closer. I got something special

for y'all and his name is Donny Bray.

What he does with his feet has

never been seen on Bourbon Street.

And he's going to show

you the real N'Awlins.

I think they're ready, let's go!

I taught him everything he knows!

Nice catch!

Yeah. Come on, come on.

Thank you so much. Thank you so much.

All right. All right let's go. Show's over!

That's it. Show's over!

Move it on. Let's go.

Hey.

What's wrong? What'd I do?

You're not supposed to be

within a hundred feet of a bar

or hang around with the criminal element.

That's a condition of your parole

and you know it.

Oh, come on, man, this is New Orleans.

There's a bar every 20 feet.

Ladies, please don't-

Why are you hassling me?

Because you don't listen.

I told you when you got out you have to

have a job or you're in violation.

Dancing is my job, okay. It's what I do.

And how do I know that this is legit.

You got a work slip?

You got a W-2 you can show me?

This is bullshit. You want me back in jail.

You're not as dumb as you look.

You know, kid, you answer to me

for the next 6 months.

And I'm telling you now,

you're done with this.

You got it... or do we have a problem?

No problem.

Good. Let's move it.

Do we have a problem? Give me a break.

That PO keeps busting my chops,

I'm going to have a swing at him one day.

This place looks hot.

What, Static?

Yeah, it is hot, man.

Number 1 underground club in New York.

You know, my brother started

that place with his partner, Kaz.

That's him.

Right. I see the family resemblance.

We're foster brothers, obviously.

You know, they're hiring dancers

up there at the moment.

- Is that right?

- Yeah. Paying pretty good, too.

What are you doing?

They're not going to let me dance

here, hell, I'm going to Brooklyn.

You have 6 more months of parole.

You can't leave the State.

Hell, you can't even get in a club.

Don't worry. I got a plan.

Listen, if my parole officer calls,

just tell him I'm working the pipeline

between Shreveport and Baton Rouge,

okay?

Are you nuts?

Just make sure you call me.

I'll call him right back.

I'll fly back in for my check-ins.

In fact, I'll be making

so much money dancing

for Nick, I'll fly

back first class.

This is crazy.

If your foster bro finds out

you skipped parole he's sending you back.

Well, he doesn't need to know that, does he?

Hey. Yo, D, have a good time.

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