intro: fabolous)
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hey-hey-hey-yo (3x)
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F-A-B
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Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x)
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F-A-B
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Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x)
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(verse: fabolous)
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Aint no tellin what this hpno'll do to me
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I'm feelin like I can do what I want know, diplo immunity
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(shorty!) just shake your hips slow and move with me
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Take a hit of this and sip slow and fluently
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You sneakin out on ya man, tip-toe in to the V
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Cause I know you got him whipped though like merangue
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Lets put on a live strip show just you and me
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But girl, i'm lookin at them lips though like who is she?
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They aint never seen the whip, clothe, or jewelry
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So when I ask you you wanna leave this zip code they "true indeed"
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"but this is my party, so ride if you want to
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ya'll could stay home but why would u want to?
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We gon' party til we laid in graves
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Sweat out our doobie braids and waves, and scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
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That groupie made her way
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Cause when she seen the whips and chains
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She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon
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(chorus 2: fabolous (2X)
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This is my party
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So get fly if you want to
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Get high if you want to cause I know you want to
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Put your hands up as high as you want to
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And if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
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(verse: fabolous)
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I don't know about y'all
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But we doin' it over here
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All the glasses got liquid that brewin' it over here
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Cigars got somethin' sticky that's glueing it over here
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Ladies movin' it over there, movin' it over here
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I can fit a few in the Rover's rear
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We havin' a good time, don't ruin it overs stares
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You see why we asks-s to see ID
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Cause girls'll do anything for some VIP access
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Me I relaxes (easy) cause I'm used to ballin'
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You could tell that these guys need practice
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But if it was a problem then I would confront you
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You saying "no" but your eyes say "you want to"
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Hard to picture that papi snooks, pigeons and chop up crooks
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I ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look
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Would you believe most these bitches would bop us shooked
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Their asses pokin' out like them pictures in pop up books
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(chorus 2)
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(verse fabolous)
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Oh yea! it's off the Richter Scale
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Hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell
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If the ladies would show it off and thick as hell
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For my hustlers knockin' off them bricks as well
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And everybody, up north that's sick in jail
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I probably feel y'all, send you all of the flicks in mail
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The Street Family speed off six SL's
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All them chicks'll yell "hey-hey-hey-hey yo"
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Shake your glass back and forth to mix it well
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Shake your ass back and forth as quick as hell
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And just from lookin' at them thighs from the front view
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Girl I know that these guys say they want you
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I wake up in the same clothes from yesterday
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Same hoes from yesterday
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Lightin' clips of the same dro' from yesterday
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Had hang-overs yesterday
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You ain't mistaken we in Benz's today
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But we had them Range Rovers yesterday
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(chorus 2)
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(ourtro: fabolous (to fade)
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yeh-yeh-yeh-uhhh.......
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yeh-yeh-yeh-uhhh.......
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This Is My Party Explicit Dirty
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| Fabolous |
