OK OK OK Y.O. where you at? Bronx where you at? Harlem where you at? Brooklyn where you at? Now what you know about me I got this rap shit down to a tee Grams to a half, half to a key If these alone gon' 'cause me a G My flow too deadly baby No fakin' hold the hammer steadily baby No shakin' you still wanted to pop off Until I come through slow with the top off You ain't real, you just a knock off Y'all ain't sick that's just a light light cough Sheek heavy in the hood Rims spin heavy in the hood, dash heavy with wood Niggaz try get me if they could But they know the handle is wood and my aim is good Sheek keeps it real From the streets to the motherfuckin' yards at jail, let's go I don't know what you thinkin' But a party ain't a party unless you drinkin' and I don't know what's all the drama But he keep on frontin' better call his mama and I don't know what you thinkin' But a party ain't a party unless you drinkin' and I don't know what's all the drama But he keep on frontin' better call his mama, and Nah, I ain't thuggin' I'm here to party And I, I don't party I'm here to thug I don't know taste this drink I think it's drugged Then ummm, he keep talkin' he will get plugged Listen, tell shorty I got the hot tub If she try and wash a little sweat off from the club And, tell her friends they could come if they want 'Cause my niggaz got a line full of whips in the front And, I know you playmate of the month And you model for Vicky C But ain't no runway here and you ain't there So you might as well let us skeet, bitch, ha ha OK, yeah, OK OK OK Let me see who else in hear, let's go New York where you at? Cali where you at? Miami where you at? Atlanta where you at? I don't know what you thinkin' But a party ain't a party unless you drinkin' and I don't know what's all the drama But he keep on frontin' better call his mama and I don't know what you thinkin' But a party ain't a party unless you drinkin' and I don't know what's all the drama But he keep on frontin' better call his mama, and It ain't nothin' but a word to come out the trunk on these cats With this that and a third But Sheek tryin' to chill Get up on somethin' go over there and ice your grill Damn, all these chicks in here, all this ass for free And you wanna stare at me? I don't know what you thinkin' or what you drinkin' But you better go and get some ass before I don't know what you thinkin' But a party ain't a party unless you drinkin' and I don't know what's all the drama But he keep on frontin' better call his mama and I don't know what you thinkin' But a party ain't a party unless you drinkin' and I don't know what's all the drama But he keep on frontin' better call his mama, and Yeah, Cocoa Channelle whattup ma This it right here We got 'em D-Block Out © EMI APRIL MUSIC CANADA LTD; JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC; SHEEK LOUCHION; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com