Whoa Now [Singing] Were movin on up To the east side (Were movin on up) To a deluxe apartment in the sky Were movin on up (Were movin on up) To the east side (Were movin on up) We finally got a piece of the pie [Verse 1] Watch these come and gettin em Know fo sho Yo, get your back up off the wall And get your feet on the floor You see the boy at the bar wit the glass so tall When Im done baby dogg Ima show you Baltimore Right now we gon party Bacardi give me some more Its off the rack the club packed Im two-cut like two doors Of course I do my two-step Give em too much I mustered up bad I drop ashes in my cup I had enough they throwin boes See Im swingin this chick I had my arm around this smut game Puttin in work Before we work I got to book somethin So baby stop frontin I got the drink and the smoke Aint got to buy nothin Not bluffin Its goin down understand me I like my birds nasty I burst in them cashmeres Everything, and you know what I came for Right now its goin down Let me on the dance floor [Hook x2] Whoa now, thats what the old men say I party like its my birthday Drinkin and still thirsty Whoa now, shorty gimme what you got Its my car lot us, gettin hotter [Verse 2] I came to shake a load off So take you coat off Mix drinks what you think OJ and Smirnoff I sip it all Hey, what can I say See I just got paid so Im feelin the swig And Im tryin get laid Im buyin drinks and they love it Divas growin cheaper Hoochie bag and hoochie bucket Takin shots from my cousin He don know how to act Came straight out the woods And the club wit a sack Like what you know no good But I know I pimp nasty Sneakers is off the meter You cant help wit the clap Cant help but the boogie Get loose but dont push me We came so deep And were all wearin hoodies All my eighty-dime soldiers What you doin tonight Now, put yo eight-dimes up You made enough for the night Lets take a break Lets spend some cake You aint enjoyin your life Yo, we been workin all week So we gon do it tonight Come on [Hook x2] [Verse 3] All my east-side boys put ya guns up Pull out the knife cuz we gon party till the law comes Them boys yellin where they from I represent too They throwin game signs See, Im throwin Ws (Westside) Im screamin eighty-dubs I swear to God its goin down I dont remember where I parked And Im stuck in town One night in Baltimore I bet ya never leave My boy I know I cant help it but to love these streets Cmon (We finally got a-) Cmon, cmon (We finally-) Cmon, whoa now (We finally got a piece of the-) Cmon, cmon, whoa now (We finally-) Whoa now (We finally-) Cmon, cmon, whoa now (We-we finally got a piece of the pie) Thats what the old men say I party like its my birthday Drinkin and still thirsty [Hook x2]
Artist: B Rich
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