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You ready Mase? Party people In the place to be (Uh huh) It´s about that time For us to (Yeah, uh huh) Yo, what you know about goin´ out Head west, red Lex, TV´s all up in the headrest Try and live it up Ride true, a bigger truck Peeps all glittered up Stick up can, they go what? Jig wit it cuz ship crisp, split it all Ho´s ride, get your nut ´till I can´t get it up I´m a big man, give this man room I´d a hit everything, from Cancun to Grant´s tomb Why you standin´ on the wall? Hand 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, baguettes in my Rolls Wreck shows, collect those, extra O´s Buy the E, get a key, to the Lex to hold East, West, every state, come on, bury the hate Millions, the only thing we in a hurry to make Are the friend that act´s friend in a Lex or a Benz Let´s begin, bring this BS to an end Come on [1] - 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 Ah ah You can´t understand we be Waikiki 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 Nigga´s 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 stylishing cars cuz they all true Nig´ So while you daydream my Mercedes gleam And I deal with ho´s that pose in Maybeline One time you had it all I ain´t mad at ya´ll Now give me the catalog, I´ll show you how daddy bought Six cars and power to fire big stars Sit up, CEO style, smokin´ on cigars, nigga It´s like ya´ll be talkin´ funny I don´t understand language of people with short money Come on [Repeat 1] Ah ah Do Mase got the ladies? Do Puff drive Mercedes? Take hits from the 80´s? But do it sound so crazy? Well me personally, It´s nothin´ 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 nothin´ domestic And I chill the way you met me With a jet ski attached to a SE Smoke my Nestle, no mad rap-ass cat Where my check be? Problem with ya´ll I say it directly Went from hard to sweet, 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 [Repeat 1 until fade] Mase Harlem World Bad Boy Goodfellaz baby Yeah And we won´t stop Cuz we can´t stop Mason Betha Yeah Owwwww, come on

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