Sometimes you have to:

“JuJu on the beat
JuJu on that beat
JuJu on that, JuJu on that, JuJu on that beat
Now slide, drop
Hit dem folks, don’t stop
AYE!
Don’t stop, aye
Don’t stop, aye!”

Right? 

I find myself JuJu’ing quite a bit these days. You should see me sliding down the self-checkout lane.  In the event that you don’t see me and you yearn to want to cop these moves for yourself, peep the ZAY’s and HUMP their dance!

Believe it or not, even though I keep a well-oiled blog –
when I’m not on the keyboard I fancy the dance than more the talk.

It’s as easy for me to accomplish as getting up to walk.
All I need is a beat and enough room for a squat.

I’m not all over the place when I bust a JuJu,
because I wouldn’t want to land an accidental 1-2.

In the dance choreography when they say “Hit them folks, don’t stop, ” —
Well, I’ve been working out and would hate to lay my lil’ guns on ‘ya.

So when I JuJu on the da beat, I adequately block my space,
I’m Qui
Humping the Zay’s and offering you plenty of floor space.

Let’s dance and let our hair down like nobody’s looking.
Make that #GetIT face — to let me know that you’re crooking.

Oh and…

YOU CUTE!
YOU YO MOMA’S SON!