One Big Fiesta — текст песни (Mase)


All out, we dont stop, we dont dont stop

All out, we dont stop, we dont dont stop

All out, make it hot, dont stop, cmon

Cmon, harlem world make it hot, dont stop cmon

All out, all out


Yo, yo, Im the perfect example of a chick thats classy

Flashy, sassy, papparazzi dont harrass me

Move too swift for yall chicks to pass me

Anything yall wanna know, come ask me

How come when Im in the street or a open place

Everybody scopin stase like I got a open case

Anything you gotta say to me

You can say to me, its baby stase

The more I make, the more they hate

See, I might as well admit it, everybody wanna hit it

Cuz I got a clean record not to mean you see me naked, check it

I dont know whats wrong with these cats

Its bout to be a setback in this game called rap, see

I was once told, harlem world dont fold

We bout to drop a flow the world can hold

Seem like while Im seeing platinum, everybody sayin gold

The world really see what happens when my click unfold


1 - were going to party, fiesta (all out)

And stay fly, foreva

Cmon, cmon harlem world

Cant go wrong

Were going to party, fiesta (all out)

And stay fly, foreva

Cmon, cmon harlem world

Cant go wrong

[blinky blink]

Yo, harlem world is who Im runnin wit (yeah, honeys wit it)

See the size of my money clip? (now, Im on the funny tip)

I know you hate me, hate mase, cuz you make papes

And got girls in like 48 states (48 states)

But kickin the women who wear the straight face

While yall cats wild out and bout to get a rape case

But why player hate? cuz I sex girls and they say Im great

You bust one tank, cant even stay awake

Not now, we gon talk on a later day

What you think? you can hold blink? uh uh

I got a gold link with more ice than cold drinks

So, playa get to that, and keep your chick in tact

She says your sex was whack, cuz Id twist her back

And everytime I kick my rap, man I stick to facts (all out)

But when my trees wasnt sellin

I switch to jack

Cmon, cmon, cmon

Repeat 1

[huddy combs]

Yo, yo, yo, I need a wifee, chipped up lightly

You stay in the thong, imma stay where the ice be

Indian givin, got caribbean women

Willin to have everything like me and my children (all out)

So, dear, front of the billin

Hundreds in the ceiling, tank tops in the drop

Cuz Im one of them villain

Cook for me, come open a book for me

Shook the key, your whole look hooked me

With her legs tied up, eggs sunny side up

No cash in the stash get that money right up (cmon, cmon)

See, all girls love me, cant get nothing from me

I stay in the mall, spendin rich chicks money

Tricked on her friend so her friend wanna fuck me

That one named huddy, w dot huddy, w dot huddy

W dot huddy, w dot huddy, w dot huddy

Repeat 1 while:

All out


Cant forget queen bee records

L o x

Money power & respect

Ruff ryder

Yeah, dmx

Cant forget so so def

Bad boy

Suave house

Yeah, kid, harlem on the rise

And you dont want no problem with us guys

Neptune, keep the beat bangin

Uh, you dont stop

Queen bee

Junior mafia

What what what what what

All out, all out, all out, all out

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