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 co*k 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 steez ain't on the level that my steez 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