[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]
Ain`t no tellin` what this hypno` will do to me
I`m 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
You`re sneakin` out on your man, tip-toein` to the V
Cause I know you got him whipped though like wannabe
Let`s put on a live strip show just you and me
But girl, I`m lookin` at them lips though like who is he?
They ain`t 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 ya`ll 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 a wave
Cause when she seen the whips and chains
She started talking `bout she ready to be made a slave, c`mon
[Chorus 2: Fabolous] (2x)
This is my party
So get fly if you like to
Get high if you like to cause I know you like to
Put your hands up as high as you like to
And if it feels good scream hey-hey-hey yo
[Verse: Fabolous]
I don`t know about y`all
But we doin` it over here
All the glasses got liquid that blue in it over here
Cigars got somethin` sticky that`s glueing it over here
Ladies movin` it over there, movin` it over here
I can fit a few in a Rover`s rear
We havin` a good time, don`t 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 I`m used to ballin`
You could tell that these guys need practice
But if it was a problem then I would confront you
You saying no but ya eyes 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! We`s 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 that`s sick in jail
I probably feel y`all, send you all of the flicks in mail
The Street Family speed off in six SL`s
To all them chicks that yell 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 ain`t mistaken we in Benz`s today
But we had them Range Rovers yesterday
[Chorus 2]
[Outro: Fabolous] (to fade)
Hey-hey-hey yo...
Hey-hey-hey yo...
