[Intro: Fabolous] Hey-hey-hey yo {3x} F-A-B Hey-hey-hey yo {2x} F-A-B 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 blue in 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-overs yesterday You aint mistaken we in Benzs today But we had them Range Rovers yesterday [Chorus 2] [Outro: Fabolous] (to fade) Hey-hey-hey yo... Hey-hey-hey yo...
Artist: Fabolous
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