[Verse 1: Hip-house male MC, riding the pounding house kick] First Friday at the Steam Plant, I was nineteen with a fade Didn't have the cover, so I helped 'em load the speakers, stayed Odessa at the window with her glasses on a chain Said, "You dance like that, sugar, you don't ever pay again" So I came back every Friday and I jacked it till the dawn In the spot beside the speaker till the varnish all was gone People drove from out of town to see the man who never stops Work it, turn it out, from the open till the cops [Hook: Hip-house male MC, full band, claps cracking] Every drop that hit this floor was a payment on the deed Ten years jackin' every Friday, that's the only cash I need Never bought a bottle, never had a table, never begged Sweat equity, baby, I been payin' with my legs [Verse 2: Hip-house male MC, harder, deep warehouse bass] Ten years in, the rumor goes, Odessa's sellin' out Gym chain wants the building, that's what everybody's talkin' about Gonna put the treadmills where the strobes would make us bloom Gonna put a juice bar where the bass used to go boom Final Friday, I'm in early, puttin' everything I got Into one last night of jackin' on my little worn-out spot Four a.m., the lights come up, Odessa's on the stairs With a folder and a pen and two little folding chairs [Cypher: female MC, Odessa, trading bars with the hip-house male MC] Ten years I never charged you, baby, did you ever wonder why Half this room bought tickets just to watch you jack and fly [Cypher: Hip-house male MC, trading back] I just figured I was charmin', figured you were bein' nice Figured that you liked the way I turned it out on the ice [Cypher: female MC, Odessa, sharper] Check the books, the Fridays doubled, sugar, you were worth the rent Gym can have the parkin' lot, the floor is not for sale, it's spent [Cypher: Hip-house male MC, laughing] Ma'am, I couldn't buy a floor if I saved up all my life I could barely buy a burger and a ticket for my wife [Cypher: female MC, Odessa, sub quake under the last turn] Sign it here, you're twelve and a half percent of every drop Partner, now get up and work it, and don't you ever stop [Final Hook: Hip-house male MC, full band, the kick back twice as hard] Every drop that hit this floor was a payment on the deed Ten years jackin' every Friday, that's the only cash I need Never bought a bottle, never had a table, never begged Sweat equity, baby, I been payin' with my legs [Outro: Hip-house male MC, over the house kick] Work it, partner, turn it out [End]
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