2 Step Lyrics - Jay Electronica

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) 

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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 

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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...