Mic Jack

Tom:
 F#m

[Verse]
F#m                                      C#m
Niggas still ain't fuckin' with Hollywood Court
               D
'Cause they fuckin' wit' ya boi
                    E
like the Hollywood dough
F#m                            C#m
Everything big, no comin' up short
            D                              E
Jack the buzzer beater up, all net, half court
 F#m                              C#m
The game winning shot, your name sayin', not
 D                                  E
That same skinny thot you got, she be in and out
F#m                                           C#m
She never spit it out either, we call her Poke-mouth
D                                  E
Big mouth bad, start to smash that ass
F#m                                C#m
I build a bear before I build a bitch
D
I take her to the mall and
                      E
fill her with the sugar dick
F#m                                  C#m
With the same lips give a nigga sugar whits
         D                                   E
Give me brain, so intelligent with plenty sense
               F#m
I took her innocence, yeah she was turnt out
             C#m                         D
And by the time I gave her back she was burnt out
           E                                 F#m
Like the tires on the Huracan, you ain't good Antwan
 F#m
Or better yet, stay great, we stay puttin' on

[Chorus]
F#m
You're hotter than July (super hot)
 D               E    F#m
Super colder than December (so cold)
 C#m        D   E
You got me dancin'
 F#m
The dancefloor tells no lies
C#m     D                E   F#m
Give them something to remember
C#m   D         E
You got me dancin'

[Post-Chorus]
F#m                             D
Please don't stop movin' your feet
 F#m                            D
While the music's hot on that ecstacy
       F#m                                 D
We can dance all night, till we both get weak
     F#m       D
Come on, come on

[Verse]
F#m                       C#m
Stayin' fresh that's the gameplan
         D                        E
Out the oven cause we never microwavin'
       F#m                                 C#m
We break it up like the smile of Michael Strahan
            D                              E
And keep shinin' like the glove on Michael J hand
         F#m                                  C#m
I do not play man, sure I'll eat your ass up quick
           D                                  E
I'm on that boss rap shit, they on that toss salad
     F#m                            C#m
Old chick, I sees ya nigga and I delete her
     D
I used to have a bench
                           E
full of bitches but didn't need 'em
    F#m                                   C#m
But still fill arenas and killin' the coliseum
   D                                E
ATLiens, they on top of ya human beings
 F#m                                  C#m
From the mothership, I'm on some other shit
 D                                E
Lowkey like the blow soul back in '86
 F#m                          C#m
But we don't sell dope, we pimp ink pens
 D                                  E
To provoke the folks and keep 'em thinkin'
  F#m                              C#m
What is you drinkin', or better yet
          D
Do you really know the meaning of life
             E    F#m
or are you sleeping

[Chorus]
[Post-Chorus]
F#m                C#m D
Please don't stop movin'
          E    F#m       D  E
your feet (you got me dancin')
        F#m
We can dance all night,
 C#m      D            E
till we both get weak, come on
F#m            C#m D E
(You got me dancin')

[Outro]
F#m  C#m D         E            F#m C#m D
Morning, we don't stop till the morning
                       E F#m
We don't stop, keep it going
                C#m D
We gonna see it through
 D                      E F#m
And the rest is up to you