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JID & Kenny Mason — Dance Now
Artist: → JID,Kenny Mason
JID & Kenny Mason — Dance Now — lyrics
[Intro: JID]
Bum-bum-bum, ba-dum-bum, bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum, ba-dum-bum, bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum, ba-dum-bum, bum-bum
Aye, aye, aye, a-bum-bum-bum, aye
Look, look
[Verse 1: JID]
J-I-D back in the city with it
Jiddy done been all across the globe
They say JID a scribbler, he silly with it
When he spittin’, 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 went to juugin’ right by the stove
Then they saw the patrol, it was time to roll
Saw the patrol, it was time to ride
Motor runnin’ on Memorial Drive
Got a country cousin cruisin’ with a blind man
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 could pick a date to come stretch you out
Only showin’ muscle when it’s flexin’ time
You could see the hustle, you could recognize
Overcame struggle when the Devil tried
Lemme bear it all when I’m tellin’ God
You know I’m Morant when I talk to Ja
[Pre-Chorus: JID]
Nigga said that I can’t, damn lie
Ain’t dappin’ no hand, sanitize
We gon’ slide on your man, landslide
There’s a nine in my pants, hand cocked
You gon’ try to recant, you can’t now
I could step on the ant, ant pile
I’ma shoot at the ground, dance now
Dan—, ooh, dan—, pshh, dan—
[Chorus: Kenny Mason]
Oh, what a handsome gift (Yeah)
To live in the land of sick (Uh)
Ran up with bags and bricks (Uh)
And my lil’ nasty chick (Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
That’s when I asked for help (Uh)
Tell me he grant my wish (Yeah)
You dance with the devil (Oh, oh)
You never dance again (Oh, oh)
[Post-Chorus: JID & Kenny Mason]
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan—
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan—
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan— (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan— (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
[Verse 2: JID]
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)
And every dreadlock’s like a rasta man (Rasta man)
Where the story ends and plot begins
Uh, 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 Beamer, Bentley or Balenciagas
I could pay for this lil’ nigga’s scholarship
I ain’t caught up in rap nigga politics
Play with me and you playin’ yourself
Playin’ with death, sayin’ my prayer
Cathy and Carl gotta K-O the ship
I’m in DeKalb county where we carryin’ caterin’ chef
Cookin’ up another plate of the best
Me and Christo got it poppin’ like it’s Crisco
Fried chicken, I’m lickin’ her thighs
Then I put my face in her breasts
I took my drive, my plug on the West side
Of Atlanta, he known to finesse guys
With the hammer, on camera, ten headshots
On the camera, knock out a dreadlock
That’s a felony charge, he caught of F
Niggas come to 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
[Pre-Chorus: JID]
Nigga said that I can’t, damn lie
Ain’t dappin’ no hand, sanitize
We gon’ slide on your man, landslide
There’s a nine in my pants, hand cocked
You gon’ try to recant, you can’t now
I could step on the ant, ant pile
I’ma shoot at the ground, dance now
Dan—, ooh, dan—, pshh, dan—
[Chorus: Kenny Mason]
Oh, what a handsome gift
To live in the land of sick (Uh)
Ran up with bags and bricks
And my lil’ nasty chick (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
That’s when I asked for help
Tell me he grant my wish
You dance with the devil (Oh, oh)
You never dance again (Oh, oh)
[Post-Chorus: JID & Kenny Mason]
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan—
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan—
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan— (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan— (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
[Outro: Kenny Mason & Jesse Royal]
Life is a journey, you know? Not a destination
Lean not towards the egoistic intonations (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Positive vibrations bring real liberation (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
It’s the will of the heart, the strength of the mind
And the love of the creator that will help us rise out of these sadistic situations (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
And experience the purity that exists in our creation, you know? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
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