After the show it's the afterparty, then
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After the party it's the hotel lobby, then
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After the Belve then it's probably Cris
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And after the original it's probably this
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Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, Fiesta
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Remix with the homie from the Midwest-side (Chi boy)
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Game recognize the game, hos do too
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It's the new 2 Live Crew, I don't suppose you knew, so thugs
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Pop yo' toasters, but don't approach us, or
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Bullets'll chase you like, Moet mimosas
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Catch us both coasts', racin' twin Porches
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Boxsters with glocks that'll pop you to make you ghosts'
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Whoever come closest, you've been warned
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But niggas don't get the picture til the weapons is drawn
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Make your way backstage, baby girl it's on
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[Jay-Z & R. Kelly]:
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And we'll be drinkin' til six in the mornin'...
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[R. Kelly]:
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In the back of the club with mama
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Poppin' bottles of Cris with mama
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Put the bar on the tab for mama
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Throwin' hundreds up for grabs with mama
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Cause it's about to go down tonight
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I'm a be drinkin' til the early lizz-ight
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Nigga high like a mu'fuckin' kizz-ite
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Take three honeys just to make me feel rizz-ight
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My, my, my, my
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Is what they all say when they see the frozen ice
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They say my, my, my, my
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Everytime they see them big thangs on the rizz-ide
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While ya'll got a club date, I'm fuckin' with arenas
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Got your man sayin', tell me have you seen her?
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Yeah, she with me on the low, gettin' high off of 'dro
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Got her knees on the floor, Fiesta
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Fiesta, Fiesta
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[Repeat 7x's]
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Switchin lanes in my 6 in the burbs
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I met a broad name Tasha from the burbs
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Took the hood then I moved into the burbs
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Now no mo' sherrifs or police in the burbs
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Now we about to tear this club up
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Don't worry about expenses cause I got that, sho' nuff
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Ready to foo! like I'm fresh outta jizz-ail
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I need some boo from all the honeys on the DL
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I said my, my, my, my
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That's what them thugs yellin when the strippers on the flizz-oor
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They say my, my, my, my
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Got Keisha yellin frm that up and down strizz-oke
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While ya'll got a club date, I'm fuckin with arenas
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Got your man sayin tell me have you seen her?
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Yeah, she with me on the low, gettin high off a 'dro
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Got her knees on the floor, Fiesta
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[Gotti]:
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I put this big body up, come through in a Rover
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Not only Kelly and Gottie, it's Boo and Hova
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Pop Cris if you like, my ice glist in the light
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I'm with Roclain right, so I'm rich for life
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I'm like Heaven, everybody want to get to me
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How you make it to the gate and forget the key
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I'm the one God chose, so you blessed with me
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Gotti flow'll get you higher than that Esstasy (ya heard)
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[Boo]:
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Hey yo, I come through stunnin, plus I'm gettin blunted
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In the new 600, with the big rims on it
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We rock rocks that'll light you shoulders
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Got a lotta hot cars, but the drops is colder
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You see VIP, me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov
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Drinkin' Cris like it's H2O
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All we do is spend cheese cause we love the dough
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Mami roll more trees fore it's time to go (come on)
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[R.Kelly]:
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If you got cash money then you feel this shit
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And if you rollin on them thangs then you feel this shit
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If you drunk off in the club then you feel this shit
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If you's a motherfuckin thug then you feel this shit
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If you smokin on some 'dro then you feel this shit
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And if you off that Ecstasy you got to feel this shit
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If you sippin on some Cris you gots to feel this shit
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And if you're throwin up your shit you gots to feel this shit, Fiesta
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Fiesta, Fiesta
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Fiesta (Remix) (feat. Jay-Z, Boo, Gotti)
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