Soda and Soap Masta Ace (Ft. Jean Grae)

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
I met this girl named Fantasy on wall street
From Tahiti, real Tahitian treat
She had a lot of pep, see, honey was peace
And she told me she liked my smile like Shanice
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
Cause 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
'Cause 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 to 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 seven up
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 cause 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