You ready Mase?

Party people

In the place to be

It's about that time

For us to

Yeah, uh-huh



First Verse:



Yo, what you know about goin out? Head wet, red Lex

TV's all up in the headrest

Try and live it up, ride into

Bigger truck, peace all, glittered up, sticker kid

Nigga what? Jig with the cut, sip Cris, spit it up

Hoes ride, get your nut till I can't get it up

I'm a big man, give this man room

I'ma hit everything, from Cancun to Grant's Tomb

Why you standin' on the wall? Hangin 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, but gets in my Rolls

Reck shows, collect those, extra O's

Buy an E, get a key, to the Lex

To hold, East, West, every state come on, bury the hate

Millions the only thing we in the area to make

Better friend or ex-friend, in a Lex or a Benz

Let's begin, bring this BS to an end

Come on



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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



Verse Two:



You can't understand, we be

Ride kinky, 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, niggaz 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 started seing cars, cause they alternate

So while you daydream, Mama's city gleam

And I deal with hoes that pose in Maybeline

One time you had it all, I ain't mad at ya'll

Now give me the catalogue, I'll show you how Daddy ball

Six cars in power, the five big stars

Phillip, C, O, Chaz smokin' on cigars, nigga

It's like ya'll be talkin funny

I don't understand language in people with short money

Come on



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Verse Three:



Do Mase got the ladies? Yeah, yeah

Do Puff drive Mercedes? Yeah, yeah

Take hits from the 80's? Yeah, yeah

But do it sound so crazy? Yeah, yeah

Well me personally, it's nuthin personal

I do what work for me, you do what work for you

And I dress with what I was blessed with

Never been arrested, for nuthin domestic

And I chill, the way you met me

With a jet ski, attached to a SE

Smoke my Nestle, no mad rap

Ask Cat, where my check be?

Problem with y'all I say it directly

Went from hard to sweeps starved to eat

From no hoes at shows to menage in suites

Now I be the cat that be hard to meet

Gettin head from girls that used to hardly speak

Come on



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