This Is My Party

Hey-hey-hey yo [3x]
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Hey-hey-hey yo [2x]
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Hey-hey-hey yo [2x]
[Verse: Fabolous]
Aint no tellin what this hip lowered do to me
Im feelin like I can do what I want now
Dip-low immunity
Shorty! just shake your hips slow and move wit me
Take a hit a this and sip slow and thoroughly
Youre sneakin out on your man, tip-toein to the V
Cause I know you got him whipped though like wannabe
Lets put on a live strip show just you and me
But girl, Im lookin at them lips though like who is he?
They aint never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry
So when I ask you wanna leave the zip-code?
Say sure and be me
[Chorus 1: Fabolous]
But this is my party
Stroll by if you want to
Or yall can stay home
But why would you want to?
[Verse: Fabolous]
We gon party, till we laid in graves
Sweat out our doobie braids and waves
Then scream hey-hey-hey yo
That groupie made her wait
Cause when she seen the whips and chains
She started talking bout she ready to be made a slave, cmon
[Chorus 2: Fabolous (2x)]
This is my party
So get fly if you want to
Get high if you want to cause I know you want to
Put your hands up as high as you want to
And if it feels good scream hey-hey-hey yo
[Verse: Fabolous]
I dont know about yall
But we doin it over here
All the glasses got liquid that brewin it over here
Cigars got somethin sticky thats glueing it over here
Ladies movin it over there, movin it over here
I can fit a few in a Rovers rear
We havin a good time, dont ruin it overs this
You see why we asks is to see ID
Cause girls will do anything for some VIP access
Me I relax this (easy)
Cause Im used to ballin
You could tell that these guys need practice
But if it was a problem then I would confront you
You saying over bet ya I say you want to
But a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put
I ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look
Would you believe most these bitches go bop up shook
Their asses pokin out like them pictures in pop up books
[Chorus 2]
[Verse: Fabolous]
Oh yea! Wes off the Richter Scale
Hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell
If the ladies would show it off and thick as hell
For my hustlers knockin off them bricks as well
And everybody, up north thats sick in jail
I probably feel yall, send you all of the flicks in mail
The Street Family speed off six SLs
To all them chicks at Yale hey-hey -hey-hey yo
Shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well
Shake your ass back and forth as quick as hell
And just from lookin at them thighs from the front view
Girl I know that these guys say they want you
If I wake up in the sand, clothes from yesterday
Same hoes from yesterday
Lightin clips to the same dro from yesterday
Her hang-oversyesterday
You aint mistaken we in Benzs today
But we had them Range Rovers yesterday
[Chorus 2]
[Outro: Fabolous (to fade)]
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