Jay Electronica - 2 Step lyrics

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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

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

Senoritas on the floor three-quarters naked

The deejay was bangin' that "We gon' make it"

Ok, I can deal with this

All the ladies starting screamin' "Where my real niggas"

I seen Dave by the bar gettin' gin in a cup

I said "Dave, where's Bum[? ]? "

"Man he still in the truck"

Stink pink gators

My Detroit players

Chillin' in the circle

Errol Flynnin' it up

Yup, now it's off to V-I-P

The waitresses be grinnin' when they see Ali

Two dimes walked up

"Can we sit with 'ya'll"

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 compromising 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... haha)

Hey deejay 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 talking that shit

Keep poppin' that shit

Get knocked the fuck out

We can get it crackin' any minute right now man I'm ready for war

On the dancefloor two-steppin' like Sigma Beta

With them down south head 'bussas knocking 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 the 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, cream

Get the money

Haters wanna see me stay bummy

But you can't change my cards or take nothing from me

Police comin' (what)

Fireman comin' (what)

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 man...

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Thanks to oana