(Girls talking on phone)



Q-Tip:

It was Friday afternoon in the middle of June

Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom

Around the time everybody had just got home from class

Shootin dice, talkin shit, hopin the cash would last

Yo, this was around the time when I didn't know no better

Juney moved around in a tinted out Jetta



Phife:

Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke

Then I took one toke, yo, I almost choked

See I never smoked before and my nerves got shot

Then he told me about the party at the spot jam rock

It was guaranteed on but I said "son, chill"

There's a joint around the way that's supposed to be real

Word



Q-Tip:

He said we got no Js, so we gonna do it right

Hit your man's joint first, then jam rock at one night

Then I said "aight", then I jumped inside the jetty

Let me take a shower, I'm sweaty, and then I'll be ready

Tonight is the night I get my groove on steady

And get my drink on with that Ford named Betty

I went upstairs to get fly, broke my tie

On some liquor, to meet my high quicker

Now, I'm tight, them know, the party is the M.O.

Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo

Eleven in the evenin, I'm feelin like a heathen

This thing is goin down and I highly doubt I'm leavin

Booty cheeks start to motion and the kids is drinkin potion

Word is bond, that Black Moon joint got me open

(Don't front)



Consequence:

A yo, the DJ put this short groove on

The good shit that makes a kid lose his drink

Blendin Risin to the Top and got these shorties hoppin

Nuthin but coppin, ain't no stoppin me now

Yo, I'm bound to win until that thing kicked in

The Alazay had me drunk, I don't know where to begin(echoed)



Phife:

Not I'm feelin kinda jaded, wildly coherent

Me and the fellas acted very irreverent

Butt grabbin, mad laughin and assin



Consequence:

When that chick caught up, the shorty lookin fed up

They say you drug one with this one, gibbin with that one



Q-Tip:

A yo, I'm just doin my thing, yo I'm just havin fun

You don't see me in here wylin pullin out no gun

Yo, I see some of that thing girl and I want some

So let's step inside this corner so that we can rap on

Over this bumpin ass song and some Dom Perignon



Phife;

I hit ya with the good lovin plus fillet mignon

(Yeah, yeah scrammy scrams, yo, that's that same old song)

(A yo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong)



Consequence;

Yo, put some brakes on your yappin or you won't live long

(Please nigga, push on)

Alright scrams, see you later (scrams)

Can't mess with these street sharks or these alligators



Phife:

I can't take it no more, yo it's damn near four

I've been partyin and drinkin since I came out my door



Q-Tip (Consequence)

Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, where's the exit?

(Son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the Lexus)

Yo, he cocked his joint back like he's about to let him have it

(Kid, I kept it movin like the Energizer rabbit)

A yo yo, it's time to skate, ain't no time to contemplate

(all: Whoops, looka there, there's Jake)