[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 niggas?" 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 shit all night long This party won't stop This party won't quit This party's on hit, nigga We came to rock, we came to step We came to shut this bitch down Keep talkin' that shit Keep poppin' that shit Get knocked the fuck 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, niggas 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' Niggas wilin' out in the club, we stay dumbin' Niggas 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, manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
