Soda & Soap

[Verse One: Masta Ace]
I met this girl named Fantasy on wall street

From Tahedi, real Tahesian treat

She had a lot of "pep see" honey was peace

And she told me she liked my smile like shy niece

She danced at this club and made the guys holler

And in a "minute made" like a thousand dollars

The club that was run by "Mr. Schweppes", he had a rep

And everybody watched they step

Cuz word on the street was he was no joke

Had everything from crack, marijuana to "coke"

Later at the club saw this guy named Wayne

Who always bettin' money on the Giants game

As soon as it's on yo I stayed away

Cuz he the type who "welches" a bet and won't pay

I keep tryin' to tell him be a straight stepper

Somebody gonna "slice" him and send him a "Dr. Pepper"

Went to the bar checked the score

Got the bartender told him what to pour

He put it on my "tab" as he filled my cup

And told me the game was tied "7up"

Around 12 o'clock she came out to dance

Had all the guys pushing just to have a chance

To spend a little money trying to see the rest

She was blessed, in an "orange crushed" velvet dress

But I stayed by the bar cuz I already know how it go

I already saw the show

See I went to a club like this in Toronto

And came back from "Canada dry" with no dough

And ever since then I see and see clear

You never find love in this atmosphere

Sometimes you gotta find a better place to be in

Maybe go to a "mountain do" a little skiing

So I finished up my drink and I said goodbye

And got home before the "sun kissed" the sky

No matter where you from or which way you leaning

Now goin' pop got a whole new meaning

[Chorus: Jean Grae]
Don't you know we got a lot in here

Wanna be a part of what we got in here

Sorta like we got the whole block in here

No it ain't Nelly but it's "Hot In Here", we got it locked in here

Won't stop (you know), come and drink in numbers like h2o

Soon you gonna hear us everyplace you go

Bubble like the soda kinda like the soap

I just hope you know, it don't stop

[Verse Two: Masta Ace]
The Y2k is a brand new "era"

I'm tryin' to make hits like Yogi Berra

I wonder how long I'll be in this biz

Cuz it's not all "cheer" like you think it is

There's a whole lot to "gain" but a lot to lose

Just ask any rapper who paid dues

Everybody now and then bound to struggle

I just grab my wife and we lay and "snuggle"

We talk about the "ivory" coast how one day

We gonna sail on the "tide" and get "whisk"ed away

Look up at the stars 'til the crack of "dawn"

Hold up I never leave your side for long

But for now I keep on making you "bounce"

And make "sure" something in my checking accounts

Grab my cell phone and then start to "dial"

Take a look at my life and start to smile

It's funny how the game make you change your tone

Cuz the "joy" of my life is the microphone

So I straighten up my act and keep doin' my thing

Gettin' the green nahimean getting it clean

[Chorus: Jean Grae]
Don't you know we got a lot in here

Wanna be a part of what we got in here

Sorta like we got the whole block in here

No it ain't Nelly but it's "Hot In Here", we got it locked in here

Won't stop (you know), come and drink in numbers like h2o

Soon you gonna hear us everyplace you go

Bubble like the soda kinda like the soap

I just hope you know, it don't stop