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JAY ELECTRONICA lyrics : "2 Step"

[Intro]
Yeah, this is another Sol Messiah production
You are now tuned in to the sounds of Jay Electronica

Man this is some beautiful weather we having this year right
This is grown folk music right here
It ain't been this cool in a couple of summers


[Verse 1]
It's Friday night, in the club and I'm feelin' a vibe

I'm sharp as a tack, I'm black and I'm feelin' alive
Señoritas on the floor three-quarters naked
The deejay was bangin' that, "We gon' make it!"

Ok, I can deal with this
All the ladies started screamin' "Where my real ^!$$%s?"
I seen Dave by the bar, gettin' gin in a cup

I said, "Dave, where's Bum," "Man, he's still in the truck"
Stink pink gators, my Detroit players
Chillin' in the circle, Errol Flynnin' it up

Yup, now it's off to VIP
The waitresses be grinnin' when they see Ali
Two dimes walked up, "Can we sit with y'all?"

I said "I don't know ma, lemme see I.D."
Cause the truth is she really wanna take me to the telly
Put my dick in her belly, then play me like R.Kelly

But I can't go for that, I'm on a mission
I can't put myself in that compromisin' position
So um, we can chill relax for a minute

Maybe a pat on the back or some dap when I'm finished
Now, I right back to the two-step
Two in the morning and I ain't even loose yet, (I ain't even loose yet)

(Delta step, SG Rho step)

[Hook]

Hey DJ play my song
Rock that %#@! all night long
This party won't stop

This party won't quit
This party's on hit, ^!$$%
We came to rock, we came to step

We came to shut this (*##$ down
Keep talkin' that %#@!
Keep poppin' that %#@!

Get knocked the $#&@ out

[Verse 2]

We can get it crackin' any minute right now man I'm ready for war
On the dance floor two-steppin' like Sigma Beta
With them down south head 'bussas knockin' out a hater

I mastered the dark side of the Force like Darth Vader
Now, lean back like Fat Joey Crack
Jay Elect got the flow to make your booty go clap

I'm a Third Ward soldier, I told you, playa
See the U-P-T and the clothes I we-ar
Out in that lower ninth ward they walk with a bop

Never caught without a Glock or a sock full of rocks
Shoutout to Big Reem on this twenty-four-seven hustle to stack the green
Man, ^!$$%s got plans and dreams

Cash Rules Everything Around Me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money, haters wanna see me stay bummy
But you can't change my cards or take nothin' from me

Police comin', fireman comin'
^!$$%s wilin' out in the club, we stay dumbin'
^!$$%s stylin' out in the club, now say somethin'

Man, I'm ready to wile out
The game just started, I'm ready to foul out
Ya'll better hope we gracefully bow out

But we don't want no trouble tonight, man

[Hook]

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