(Ooh, mmm)

Yea, uh, uh

(Fat Joe and the R)

That shit y'all

(Breakin' shit down)



Shake that, funky, funky, funky

(Yeah)

Sticky, icky, icky, yeah uh

I got that shit y'all

I got that shit y'all

Uh, yo, yo



Crackman and I'm at it again

Niggas had they run, now it's time for change

When we step in the club, nigga, tuck ya chain

Got the mink on, same color the Range

Uh, pour liquor for my nigga that's gone

Big Pun, then we party like we just came home

Fuck a bitch if she act too grown

I don't need that shit, I got my wife at home



Uh, words slurrin', dirty urine

Drunk off of Henny and the 'jo keep burnin'

Dancin' with shorty and her friend keep flirtin'

I don't always crush two but tonight seems certain

Party hard like, "Fuck all y'all"

Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar

Terror Squad man you know who we are

Cruise through ya block and them drop-top Bentley Azures



Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and

Off up in the club, whiyin' like what

Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop

Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hunnies in the drop

And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot

And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops

We take a puff of 'dro and be aight



Yea uh, yea, yea, yo

Everybody wanna know where the crib's at

Niggas just now gettin' ice, so we get that

Mami starin' at me like she wanna get kidnapped

Money lookin' happy with his wife but we triz that

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Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State

In Miami, pool party off the chain



Gettin brains in the water on Memorial Day

Uh, grand-mami all cool and shit

It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin' with

Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string down south

Ow, pass that, give shorty a shot

Soon enough we gon' see if she naughty or not

I'm on E feelin' ready and hot, I give 'em twenty a pop

You wanna roll, leave the panties atop



Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and

Off up in the club, whylin' like what

Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop

Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hunnies in the drop

And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot

And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops

We take a puff of 'dro and be aight



Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper

Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland, what the fuck, what?

Fat Joe, R. Kelly we proper

Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad, what the fuck, what?

Some of these kids is doin' they own thing

But none of these kids stack chips like us

Some of these cats is doin' they own thing

But none of these cats run tricks like us



Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and

Off up in the club, whylin' like what

Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop

Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hunnies in the drop

And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot

And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops

We take a puff of 'dro and be aight



Haha, yeah, uh

You know what this is

Chi-town, BX

What the fuck, what?

Out

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