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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