STRIPPER POLE

[Intro]
Yo Cardi! Congratulations on a hot ass record! But all these ladies out here still dancin’! Where all the sexy ladies at? I’m 2-TONED UP! Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah!


[Hook]
She's fine from head to toe when she wraps around that Stripper Pole
Make you lose control throw your dough around that Stripper Pole
She's plays her role; she meets her goals around all the Stripper Poles
Crowned on a Stripper Pole; she's found on a Stripper Pole
(Repeat 1X)


[Verse 1]
Shorty's bad as hell when she walks onto the stage
She commands your attention like a building up in flames
With that fire in her eyes making guys hypnotized
All eyes are paralyzed like a deer in headlights
She's got them thighs she's got them hips she's knows just how to get you whipped
She's super thick with silky skin she moves it like I'm deep within
Bounce she can ride the track; dip it low and bring it back
Twerking and she makes it clap old men might have a heart attack
Rise when you see the prize a goddess with the perfect size
Thin waist round and plush; backside is mountainous
She spreads them legs and makes you sweat; licks her lips and makes it wet
Moving closer feel the rush; you can stare but cannot touch
Dollars keep her dancing her movements are enhancing
She throws a leg around the pole and slides it down to the floor
Full split bouncing up and down like a porno pro
Taking full control she's no joke on that Stripper Pole


[Hook]
She's fine from head to toe when she wraps around that Stripper Pole
Make you lose control throw your dough around that Stripper Pole
She's plays her role; she meets her goals around all the Stripper Poles
Crowned on a Stripper Pole; she's found on a Stripper Pole
(Repeat 1X)


[Verse 2]
It's gettin' hot in here like you're in a sauna
Witness pretty women all around with their bras off
If you're feeling down she's got the perfect remedy
A perky rack of double D's bouncing to my melody
She's on her knees she aims to please she knows exactly what you need
Her kitty's clean; it's nice and pink fulfilling all your fantasies
Watch how she puts it down; she's on all fours doggie style
She takes it right up to your mouth and shakes it 'till you're bulging out
Now where the ballers at? Hit her with a hundred stack
She's drowning in a load of cash the government can't hold her back
Financial goals are met with her body dripping wet
Her shows are 1st class something that you won't forget
Far from a hoe let 'em know she's a consummate professional
Makes a CEO pay her rent and student loans
Check out the flow she's in a zone in full control of her royal throne
Taking over everything it's on with that "Stripper Pole"


[Hook]
She's fine from head to toe when she wraps around that Stripper Pole
Make you lose control throw your dough around that Stripper Pole
She's plays her role; she meets her goals around all the Stripper Poles
Crowned on a Stripper Pole; she's found on a Stripper Pole
(Repeat 1X)


[Outro]
Sexy ladies dance they make money moves!
Sexy ladies dance they make money moves!
If you see her when she dances that means she’s in front of you!
She’s a boss with the sauce and she gets a cut from you!

Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah! I’m 2-TONED UP!


© 2017 2-TONE

ORGANIC FLOW

[Intro]
Yeah! There’s a fine line between the synthetic and authentic!
And REAL recognizes REAL!


[Verse 1]
Beneath the surface; lies flesh, blood, and bone
But through the centuries we focused on skin tone
Rest in peace to the people who died during slavery
In modern day time, artists are slaves to this industry
I love Hip-Hop ‘cause it demands authenticity
No other genre questions one’s identity
So gimmicks fall victim to the journalist’s pen
Their image is destroyed and careers come to an end
This music comes from within; you either have it or you don’t
So don’t pursue to be an emcee if you’re not livin’ truthfully
To me it’s blasphemy, you’ll be just a “wanna-be”
I understand Hip Hop reaches people universally
But when you grew up in the burbs rapping about murdering
And how you sell weight to fiends and flash your “bling-bling”
Shows that you’re ignorant of the culture my man
You will forever be wack, ‘cause you’ll never understand
It takes a real man to endure through the streets
Avoiding crime on the block, while holding onto your dreams
Too much light to contain where it’s dark and not pretty
Superstars emerge from the depths of the city
Some keep it gritty and others perform it “jiggy”
But regardless of the style, from the struggle we get busy


[Hook]
To my true headz out there chasing your dreams
Keep your hopes alive; someday you’ll be seen
And to the copy-cats known in the world as clones
Leave this music alone; an emcee’s organically grown
(Repeat 1X)


[Verse 2]
You can look into my eyes and tell that I’m genuine
For every time I blink, I flash another story of mine
I remember riding high in the back of a cab
Starring at the Ave. wishing for the things I never had
At thirteen years old I wrote my first rap song
Capturing the feeling—revealing somethin’ was wrong
I had a lot of pain; my family on the verge to break
Every time I elevated jealous ones always hated
‘Cause I stuck out like Clinton in Harlem
Strolling through my neighborhood; slowly gaining stardom
Being put to the test; free-styling with the best
If I came off wack; I’d catch a beating to the chest
But you know I’m far from that; I overcame adversity
From jumping off roof tops; committin’ burglaries
Avoiding cops on the block; hurdlin’ through murder scenes
I learned through my community; communicating lyrically
Earning respect and dignity, even through the university
Became 2-T.O.N.E. at the age of eighteen
An organic emcee; a part of the royalty breed
And I’m sure some of you still have the nerve to judge
Like I didn’t pay my dues and never showed you love
But I represent the real and inspiration’s what you feel


[Hook]
To my true headz out there chasing your dreams
Keep your hopes alive; someday you’ll be seen
And to the copy-cats known in the world as clones
Leave this music alone; an emcee’s organically grown
(Repeat 1X)


[Verse 3]
So what drives you to rap? Is it hobby or destiny?
Do you thrive for the fame? Or have internal chemistry?
Do you have what it takes to live with snakes in this industry?
Do have the willpower to concentrate through adversity?
Questions of the game you better answer thoroughly
A thorough breed lives and breathes this business passionately
Only a fraction of emcees hardly fit the position
Acting like winning battles, is supreme competition
Listen all that’s great, but the business is more of a challenge
Try writing songs with an image that attracts the masses
Can you adapt to change and evolve with your image?
At fourth down write a hit song at the line of scrimmage?
With no completions made and stay true to your image?
Can you endure the test of time and generate more spinach?
Demands of the game many fail to make it
Thinkin’ going on tour is some kind of vacation
When you’re pressed for time and leave your family waitin’
This is work baby! There ain’t no time for complainin’
I’m out for mine; I’ll recline when I’m old in my mansion
Stamping every rhyme I write with pure satisfaction
I play my role in this game; exposing the truth with my name
If you survive through these flames, you’ll blow up and claim fame


[Hook]
To my true headz out there chasing your dreams
Keep your hopes alive; someday you’ll be seen
And to the copy-cats known in the world as clones
Leave this music alone; an emcee’s organically grown
(Repeat 1X)


© 2014 2-T.O.N.E.