[Intro: Fabolous]
Hey-hey-hey yo <i>[3x]
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo <i>[2x]
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo <i>[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 her wait
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 want to
Get high if you want to cause I know you like to
Put your hands up as high as you want 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 brewin` it over here
Cigars got somethin` sticky that`s gluing 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 your 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 b*tches 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 six SL`s
To all them chicks at Yale "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 same 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...
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