Lyrics Dance Now (with Kenny Mason) - Kenny Mason , JID
Look,
look
JID
back
in
the
city
wit'
it
Jiddy
done
been
all
across
the
globe
They
say
"JID
a
scribbler,
he
silly
wit'
it"
"When
he
spit
and
I
hope
he
don't
sell
his
soul"
"He
should
be
good
man,
he
signed
to
Cole"
"He
from
the
hood
nigga
down
the
road"
"He
was
just
juugin'
right
by
the
sto'"
Then
they
saw
the
patrol,
it
was
time
to
roll
Saw
the
patrol,
it
was
time
to
ride,
motor
running
on
Memorial
Drive
Got
a
country
cousin
cruisin'
wit'
the
blammer
in
Savannah
at
the
Florida-Georgia
line
Got
a
couple
family
members
in
Atlanta
Not
Atlanta,
we
let
Omeretta
decide
They
just
gon'
let
that
Beretta
fly
'Cause
you
niggas
buggin',
spray
pesticides
It's
me
and
the
bros,
it's
no
extra
guys
And
they
movin'
weight,
it's
no
exercise
We
can
pick
a
day
to
come
stretch
you
out
Only
showing
muscle
when
it's
flexing
time
You
can
see
the
hustle,
you
can
recognize
Overcame
struggle
when
the
devil
tried
Let
me
bare
it
all
when
I'm
telling
God
You
know
I'ma
rant
when
I
talk
to
Jah
Niggas
say
that
I
can't,
damn
lie
Ain't
dappin'
no
hand,
sanitize
I'm
gon'
slide
on
your
man,
landslide
There's
a
9 in
my
pants,
hand
cock
You
gon'
try
to
recant,
you
can't
now
I
could
step
on
a
ant,
ant
pile
I'ma
shoot
at
the
ground,
dance
now,
dan-,
dan-,
dan-
Oh
what
a
handsome
gift,
to
live
in
a
land
of
sin
(yeah,
uh)
Runnin'
with
bands
and
bricks,
and
my
lil'
nasty
chick
(uh,
yeah)
That's
what
I
asked
of
him,
told
me
he'd
grant
my
wish
(yeah)
You
dance
with
the
devil,
you
never
dance
again
Dance
now,
dan-,
dan-,
dan-,
dance
now
Dan-,
dan-,
dan-,
dance
now
Dan-,
dan-,
dan-,
dance
now
(I'm
not
a)
Dan-,
dan-,
dan-
(I'm
not
a,
uh)
I'm
not
a
two-steppin'
man,
I
said
I
do
not
dance
It's
a
gun
inside
my
pants,
and
the
whole
world's
in
his
hands
(dance)
It
depends,
penny
for
your
sins
(for
your
sins)
Shootin'
up
the
block
can't
stop
revenge
(oh)
Nappy
dreadlocks
like
a
Rastaman
(Rastaman)
Where
the
story
ends
and
the
plot
begins
(uh,
look)
Momma
said
the
Messiah's
in
moccasins
Tryna
save
the
kids
in
them
apartments
and
Show
a
way
to
live
with
other
options
Opulence,
decadence,
black
excellence
and
lots
of
it
I
could
cop
the
newest
Bimmer,
Bentley,
or
Balenciagas
I
could
pay
for
this
little
nigga's
scholarship
I
ain't
caught
up
in
rap
nigga
politics
Play
with
me
and
you're
playing
yourself
Playing
with
death,
say
him
a
prayer
Kathy
and
Karl
got
a
K
on
the
shelf
I'm
in
DeKalb
County
open-carryin',
caterin'
chef
Cookin'
up
another
plate
of
the
best
Me
and
Christo
got
it
poppin'
like
its
Crisco
Fried
chicken
I'm
lickin'
her
thighs,
then
I
put
my
face
in
her
breast
I
took
a
drive,
my
plug
on
the
west
side
of
Atlanta
He
known
to
finesse
guys,
wit'
a
hammer
on
Campbellton
Headshots
on
the
camera,
knock
out
a
dreadlock
That's
a
felony
charge,
he
caught
a
F
Niggas
corner
the
A
and
get
X'd
out
(X)
But
I
only
been
here
'cause
I'm
tryna
help
Only
one
you
can
help
is
yourself
now
Niggas
say
that
I
can't,
damn
lie
Ain't
dappin'
no
hand,
sanitize
I'm
gon
slide
on
your
man,
landslide
There's
a
9 in
my
pants,
hand
cock
You
gon'
try
to
recant,
you
can't
now
I
could
step
on
a
ant,
ant
pile
I'ma
shoot
at
the
ground,
dance
now,
dan-,
dan-,
dan-
Oh
what
a
handsome
gift,
to
live
in
a
land
of
sin
Runnin'
with
bands
and
bricks,
and
my
lil'
nasty
chick
That's
what
I
asked
of
him,
told
me
he'd
grant
my
wish
You
dance
with
the
devil,
you
never
dance
again
Dance
now,
dan-,
dan-,
dan-,
dance
now
Dan-,
dan-,
dan-,
dance
now
Dan-,
dan-,
dan-,
dance
now
Dan-,
dan-,
dan-
Life
is
a
journey,
ya
know?
Not
a
destination
Lean
not
towards
the
egoistic
intonations
Positive
vibrations
bring
real
liberation
It's
the
will
of
the
heart,
the
strength
of
the
mind
And
the
love
of
the
creator
that
will
help
us
Rise
outta
these
sadistic
situations
And
experience
the
purity
that
exists
in
a
creation,
you
know?
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