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ja-p & era – 7 p.m. in the ‘burg lyrics

[intro: era (ja-p)]
ayyo, ja what time is it man?
(it’s about, boutta be 7)
what we about to do?
(ain’t nothing to do out this joint, dog)
i know, no movies
(nah)
no mall, well the mall is dead so, i mean
(girls?)
nah, man… we got nothing to do
(oh well!)

[verse 1: ja-p]
n-n-nightmare, skinny jeans, chuck-a-lows, ankle socks
waves make you sea sick, tell ’em let that anchor drop
now what you sinking ’bout?
nah, what you thinking ’bout?
iron man flow, you can’t even get a wrinkle out
you will never see the fame i see, boy i got a silly band that is shaped like me
the new president, someone tell obama ’bout me
i’m so bomb i suggest you take osama out me

[verse 2: era]
chief rocka, levi jeans, copper foams, polo socks
says she looking for a g? tell the chick to hold my watch
yeah, that’s a g-shock, you don’t shop where we shop
and even if you did you still can’t cop what we cop
i’m ahead of myself, so who ahead of me?
it better be ja, if it isn’t me
i got juice, i don’t need no batteries
murder man flow, every beat is a casualty

[verse 3: ja-p]
my swag is like a rocket, and if you try to rock it, you gon’ have to get up off my c-ck a bit
you’re not popular so please stop jocking
i rap my gift you get nothing in your stocking
f.y.i., i’m the f-l-y-est
always see me leaning cause my swag is so biased
blowing up like bubble gum, try this trident
era, say “zoom”, you can call me ja-pilot

[verse 4: era]
stop trying, and if you think for one moment we ain’t fly: stop lying
shop so much, they say “era, stop buying”
one thing i won’t do: i won’t stop grinding
stay in the booth til the sun goes down
we so fly we don’t know no grounds
we don’t know no bounds
knock ’em out like we don’t know no rounds
every time you hear us it’s new like you don’t know those sounds

[verse 5: ja-p]
i’m sick in any weather, summer, autumn, or winter
spitting words for paper, someone buy me a printer
you can call me ja-pirate cause i’m digging your “x”
or, either how my keys make her open the chest
man,i always get reactions when i’m packing in the kitchen
panning, getting heated beats you will never see a chicken sandwich
i’m with your loved one getting handled
you’re on the loveseat, flipping channels

[verse 6: era]
grind hard from monday to monday
driving to success on a road that is one way
i’m so fly that my driveway is a runway
only time you see money is offering on sunday
on my road, you better turn left if you’re blinker on
i think you’re right, you thinking wrong
you’re st–z ain’t on the level that my st–z be on
shoes same color as the coin abe lincoln’s on

[outro: ja-p & era]
and we gone, and we gone
and we gone, and we gone
and we gone, and we gone
and we gone, and we gone
and we gone, and we gone
and we gone, and we gone

- ja p era lyrics

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