| Lyrics: | You ready Mase?
Party people
In the place to be (Uh huh)
It's about that
time
For us to (Yeah, uh huh)
Yo, what you know about goin' out
Head west, red Lex,
TV's all up in the headrest
Try and live it up
Ride true, a bigger truck
Peeps all
glittered up
Stick up can, they go what?
Jig wit it cuz ship crisp, split it all
Ho's
ride, get your nut 'till I can't get it up
I'm a big man, give this man room
I'd a hit
everything, from Cancun to Grant's tomb
Why you standin' on the wall?
Hand on your
balls
Lighting up drugs always fightin' in the club
I'm the reason they made the dress
code
They figure I wouldn't wild when I'm in my french clothes
Dress as I suppose, from my
neck to my toes
Neck full of gold, baguettes in my Rolls
Wreck shows, collect those, extra
O's
Buy the E, get a key, to the Lex to hold
East, West, every state, come on, bury the
hate
Millions, the only thing we in a hurry to make
Are the friend that act's friend in a
Lex or a Benz
Let's begin, bring this BS to an end
Come on
[1] - Bad, bad, bad, bad
boy
You make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good
You know you make me feel
so good
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change
you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could
Ah ah
You can't understand we be
Waikiki
Sippin' DP to the TV, look greedy
Little kids see me, way out in DC
With a Z3,
chrome VB's, they wanna be me
Nigga's talkin' shit they ought to quit
I'm fortunate they
don't see a fourth what I get
And those be the same ones walkin' while I whip
Just
stylishing cars cuz |
