A club jointy. Get jiggy!!
J-Class: The Genuine Article. Versatile lyricist from Philly.
J-Class aka Donnie Darko aka Frodo Bagginz aka The Architect.
The man of a thousand names and a thousand styles. Yet he always manages to be the genuine article.
Story behind the song
I just threw on this beat and was like... damn. I'm feelin' this. Suntin' came on tv and gave me the idea for the hook. So I just... had to put it together like that. It's hot right? Besides, -everybody- needs to rock the club sometimes...
Lyrics
It’s Hyphen
Slim Philly cat back at it
Fanbase worship my style like Satanics
Suntin’ ‘bout the way shorty move, it’s so candid
That I’m still shocked at myself, for still standin’
Bam!
This gone be anotha’ club jam
After this?
Won’t nobody be wonderin’ who I am
The Jay to the Dash
Last name Class
Wit’ a flow so “mystical” they “shakin’ it fast”
Unh…
Ain’t no limit to my book fulla’ digits
Tequila make ‘em swallow “the worm” like I was Dennis
VIP treatment the moment I step up in this
And… we ain’t leavin’ ‘til the cops come and get us
It’s on now…
Class here to tear the club up
Got these chickens lookin’ at me like Nore…
What, what
Keep thinkin’, I ain’t gone get what I want
Just keep drinkin’, and we gone unh suntin’ up
My Doggs, Gone Get It In The Club And…
My Girls, Gone Give It In The Club And…
The Roof, The Roof Is On Fire…
The Roof, The Roof Is On Fire…
Like Nelly…
I bet it’s gettin’ hot in hurr
Don’t tell me…
You think you can stop this hurr
We got a crowd full of chicks that’s waitin’ to get tipsy
A ‘round of Cris, bet they “workin’ it” like they Missy
Get wit’ it
It’s a hit if I spit it
You can bet that it ain’t a party unless I’m in it
It don’t really start until it’s after dark
Girls “crawlin’” all over me like Linkin Park
Ladies is past dancin’, they sexin’ on the floor
The place is so packed, the exits ain’t there no more
Ain’t nobody wantin’ to leave
You must be wantin’ to bleed
The way you talkin’ ‘bout you want it wit’ me
But I’m tellin’ you right now
You best to just pipe down
Or end up with a first class ticket to lights out
I don’t even know why you trippin’, so shut it up
Just chill dogg, keep on sippin’ and get crunk wha’…
My Doggs, Gone Get It In The Club And…
My Girls, Gone Give It In The Club And…
The Roof, The Roof Is On Fire…
The Roof, The Roof Is On Fire…
I’ma’ keep this place on fire like John Blaze
Most ladies that this track inspires get all A’s
I’m here to show the masses, what takin’ Class is
Cuz every time the Hyphen’s in session it’s madness
You should see the way the ladies go crazy for Classics
They don’t even stop for a rest ‘til past six
Clothes ain’t even on ‘til it’s closer to seven
The music make ‘em so high that they coastin’ on Heaven
People say that Jay’s pop
I think not
When’s the last time you seen N*Sync make it this hot?
Only Philly do it like this
Other cities may be close
But none are nice like this
We ain’t stoppin’ ‘til the roof collapse
We ain’t droppin’ ‘til ya’ crew get back
The roof’s on fire…
So what’s the lesson to be learned?
We don’t need no water, let the mutha’ unha’ burn
My Doggs, Gone Get It In The Club And…
My Girls, Gone Give It In The Club And…
The Roof, The Roof Is On Fire…
The Roof, The Roof Is On Fire…
