Ok ( Ok) Ok ok ok
Y.O. where you at? (Oh!) Bronx where you at? (Oh!)
Harlem where you at? (Oh!) Brooklyn where you at?
( Queens!)
Now what you know about me
I got this rap shit down to a tee
Grams to a half, half to a key
If these alone gon cause me a G
My flow too deadly baby
No fakin hold the hammer steadily baby
No shakin you still wanted to pop off
Until I come through slow with the top off
You aint real you just a knock off
Yall aint sick thats just a light light cough
Sheek heavy in the hood
Rims spin heavy in the hood dash heavy with wood
Niggaz try get me if they could
But they know the handle is wood and my aim is good
Sheek keeps it real, from the streets to the motherfuckin yards at jail
(Lets go)
I dont know what you thinkin but a party aint a party unless you drinkin
And, I dont know whats all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama
And, I dont know what you thinkin but a party aint a party unless you drinkin
And, I dont know whats all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama, and
Nah, I aint thuggin Im here to party
And I, I dont party Im here to thug
I dont know taste this drink I think its drugged
Then ummm, he keep talkin he will get plugged
Listen, tell shorty I got the hot tub
If she try and wash a little sweat off from the club
And, tell her friends they could come if they want
Cause my niggaz got a line full of whips in the front
And, I know you playmate of the month
And you model for Vicky C (Say what?!)
But aint no runway here and you aint there
So you might as well let us skeet, bitch, ha ha!
Ok, ok ok ok (Let me see who else in hear, lets go)
New York where you at? (Oh!) Cali where you at? (Oh!)
Miami where you at? (Oh!) Atlanta where you at? (Oh!)
I dont know what you thinkin but a party aint a party unless you drinkin
And, I dont know whats all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama
And, I dont know what you thinkin but a party aint a party unless you drinkin
And, I dont know whats all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama, and
It aint nothin but a word to come out the trunk on these cats
With this that and a third
But Sheek tryin to chill
Get up on somethin go over there and ice your grill
Damn! All these chicks in here, all this ass for free
And you wanna stare at me?!
I dont know what you thinkin or what you drinkin
But you better go and get some ass before
I dont know what you thinkin but a party aint a party unless you drinkin
And, I dont know whats all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama, and
And, I dont know what you thinkin but a party aint a party unless you drinkin
And, I dont know whats all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama, and
Yeah! Cocoa Channelle whattup ma!
This it right here! ha ha! we got em! D-Block!
Out!
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