813 (Come Jook With Me)

[Intro] Yeah Uh-huh Eight-one-three [Hook] Eight-one-three Baby, that’s me Whole room move when I step on beat Eight-one-three Hot all week Palm trees lean when the bass go deep Eight-one-three Say it with me Westshore, downtown, Ybor streets Eight-one-three No VIP Tampa know exactly who the fuck I be From Temple Terrace to Water Street From Town ’n’ Country to Ybor City From the Hillsborough River to the edge of the sea If you’re anywhere in the Big Guava, you gotta jook with me [Verse 1] Walk in late, I don’t wait in line Pink hair glow like a warning sign Humidity got everybody lookin’ distressed I still came outside overdressed He said, “Girl, you from Miami?” Boy, watch your mouth I’m Tampa Bay, better figure that out Dale Mabry crawling, I’m still on time Windows down, bass hit twice Thunder rolls but the party don’t stop Rain five minutes, then the whole sky hot Florida weather got multiple moods Good thing I do too, pick one, choose He got a rental and a chain on lease Talkin’ real loud like he own these streets Baby, hush Let the kick drum speak If you can’t jook right, don’t dance by me [Pre-Chorus] Left Right Back that thing up Whole floor shake when the kick drum cut Left Right Don’t lose beat Tampa put the bounce underneath your feet [Hook] Eight-one-three Baby, that’s me Whole room move when I step on beat Eight-one-three Hot all week Palm trees lean when the bass go deep Eight-one-three Say it with me West side, downtown, Ybor streets Eight-one-three No VIP Tampa know exactly who the fuck I be [Verse 2] I got attitude, lip gloss, phone on ten Said I’m goin’ home, then I came back in DJ looked up, played that shit again Now somebody auntie dancing with my friends Ybor after midnight, heels in my hand Don’t ask what happened, stick to the plan Chicken on a stick and a questionable text Tomorrow-me can deal with whatever comes next I like my bass low, my standards high My drinks cold and my men nearby Not too close Give me breathing room You crowd Emberz, you get moved I don’t need a beach in every damn song Tampa ain’t Miami, get the map right, hon We got heat, we got storms, we got streets that glow And a beat from the Bay make your whole ass go— [Jook Break] Jook Jook Jook-jook-jook Left foot Right foot Drop Come back Jook Jook Jook-jook-jook Eight-one-three Put Tampa on that [Call and Response] Where you from? Eight-one-three Say it louder Eight-one-three Where you at? Eight-one-three Whole damn city Eight-one-three [Bridge] Lightning over Hillsborough Pink sky on the glass Night get sticky Bass hit fast Everybody sweating Nobody leave If the city got a pulse It sound like me [Final Hook] Eight-one-three Baby, that’s me Whole room move when I step on beat Eight-one-three Hot all week Palm trees lean when the bass go deep Eight-one-three Say it with me West side, downtown, Ybor streets Eight-one-three No VIP Tampa know exactly who the fuck I be Eight-one-three Eight-one-three Whole damn Bay know exactly who I be Eight-one-three Eight-one-three Tampa. That’s me. [Outro] Jook-jook Jook-jook Eight-one-three Jook-jook Jook-jook Don’t call it Miami.