Yo, I came to get down at this party
All kind of missis, don't matter ya ma misses
Ten G's for the best bikini
Looks like ice but actually it's really not
Now lemme hit that pace
I got my eyes on Keesha and Shante'
C'mon, make 'em bounce baby
Never mind me, that's is how we ball
Looking for the biggest booty
Yo, whose that in the jeep
Now lemme hit that pace
Meetings from Shawtown to LA
Yo what ya'll doin' tonight
Yo we fiending like the **** was ****
Yo, whose that in the jeep
Uh, yeah, uh, keep goin' baby
Rolling it like this track was Reggae
In the south bronx where you can find me
Damuses, wamuses, big Bahamas's
Got me saying man, I'm tryna marry that
Rob and Joe they slip with ten, what?
Whose that off up in the truck
Shorty tryin' to bring da drama
Well, I'm rollin' with ya'll
Shorty where's the alcohol
Shorty can we make our day
Sitting at the bar with mama
Terror Squad, Rockland, Joe Crack, the R
We stop at a red light, she driving me insane
That junky, funky, sticky
Stop playin' girl the way ya shake a fatty back
Damos, blandes, no lies around me
Here, take a brodda to a pool party
I'm rollin' with y'all, now tell me shorty where's the alcohol
Yo what's off up in that cup
For chicks who wanna roll on dubs
Oh no, they did it again, who?
Right off up at Miami
Well, I'm rollin' with ya'll
This my world come thru the whole city stop
Yo what ya'll doin' tonight
Yo what ya'll doin' tonight
Turn that a** around and lemme patty that
Shorty can we make our day
Shorty where's the alcohol
5000 thou we low on the time piece
Yo what's off up in that cup
'Cause this track here is so amazing
So sexy the way you telling daddy that
Yo what's off up in that cup
Shorty where's the alcohol
We headed to the islands, the games is life
I'm driving a fast car, jump to the third lane
But she cannot phase a playa
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She got the crowd goin' crazy
I roll thru the hottest clubs
'Cause this pimp is a moneymaker
What's love got to do with ****in' there
Where the fame is, shorty almost died when we came there
Still you R and B cats can't phase me
Girl, I know you diggin' the ditty dop
With about a hundred thugs
Everyday a new group of chicks there
Now lemme hit that pace
Get about a thousand bucks
Well, I'm rollin' with ya'll
Whose that off up in the truck
Yo we with a little life lookin' hazy
Whose that off up in the truck
Yo, whose that in the jeep
Mami in passenger, spilling the champagne
Shorty, can we make our day
