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Dirty and smooth.
I got to get with this groove.
So dirty and smooth. (2x)

What up y'all,
It's been a long time coming.
But you know the kid just can't stay from it.
From the hometown, got the street straight dumbing.
It's all love now when they see Jay coming.
I'm like hey, let's par--tay.
We can just act up cause I get it cracking all day.
There's no time to be acting afraid.
It's our time and I'm back but y'all late.

But it's cool.
I got time to show you how to switch moods
And produce the soul groove.
I'm a sick dude with a gift to spit flu.
I turn up the party when I step in the room.
Mixing with the mommies.
Foxing with the dudes.
Lyrical lodi dodi, intoxicating you.
Going through out your body, locking you in the groove.
The spots getting funky like socks without the shoes.
I’m being…

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And like that, I'm right back.
I think I'm feeling the spirit of Mike Jack.
Maybe I'm just the illest and that’s that.
And maybe that's why shorty keep throwing that ass back.
I'm J-Sneez, call me the last mac.
While you was spending your chips,
I've been getting my cash back.
You was running your lips,
I've been on to my last lap.
Cause homie I've been the shit
Since kid and play was the class act.
Meanwhile, I'm back on the fast track.
Let’s get on the dance floor
And drink till the drafts tapped.
I know what you came for.
Don't worry about that.
I love keeping it raw
And making you bounce jack.
That's how we doing it down in South “Cak”.
Sometimes we laid back.
Sometimes we bout action.
But if you want to get down and get jacked,
Hey black, scratch that, in fact let’s act ratcheted.

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Roll with me.
You can ride with me.
You can do as you please.
You can hang with J-Sneez at the 843.
That's how I do when I come through on that…
East Coast.
Let me give you some perspective.
I get game, than I checked it
At the door, on the floor.
Got them begging me please,
Spending those G’s
Just to come see me.
You a has been, you got a husband.
White lightning don't strike twice
In the same damn pants.
Next episode.
Next set, next fret.
My finger bends the note. 

Doo, doo, doo, doo. (5x)

It's who I am,
Not what I have.
Don't make me trespass
On this track.
I can and I will though.
Throwing rocks at the window.
Done being Joe-blow.
For time being, next weekend,
The weak shit, we fleeing.
To the next episode.
Next set, next fret,
My finger bends the note.

Doo, doo, doo, doo. (5x)

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I'm in the party,
Krunker then everybody.
Chicks all up in the club,
Thinking Buffy the body.
Got me feeling the buzz,
Now I'm feeling so naughty.
Now I'm living it up
And drinking tons of Bacardi.
I need a hottie.
Little Puerto Rican mommy.
A little something mystique.
A little something exotic.
A little freak in the sheets.
A little street and she bout it.
Treat herself like a queen
And dressing fly as a pilot.

I'm only Wildling***,
Swagger been on a thousand.
Haters can get the Jimmy and
I ain't talking about Fallon.
Claiming they wanna see me
But see me and keep it silent.
That's why I focus on me and just
Keeping this money piling.
I need a ticket to kick it up on a island,
To get me a margarita and drink up by the gallon.
Roll up a little cheaba and take it straight to the noggin.
I don't think I'm gonna sleep much
But I don't think that's a problem when you're…

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Written by Kyle Daniel Moon & Jamaal ‘J-Sneez’ Cheatham
Copyright: Fish Out of Water 2017
RoPhunk RaeHop Publishing