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R. Kelly - Fiesta Lyrics [Jay-Z]: After the show it's the afterparty, then After the party it's the hotel lobby, then After the Belve then it's probably Cris And after the original it's probably this Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, Fiesta Remix with the homie from the Midwest-side (Chi boy) Game recognize the game, hos do too It's the new 2 Live Crew, I don't suppose you knew, so thugs Pop yo' toasters, but don't approach us, or Bullets'll chase you like, Moet mimosas Catch us both coasts', racin' twin Porches Boxsters with glocks that'll pop you to make you ghosts' Whoever come closest, you've been warned But niggas don't get the picture til the weapons is drawn Make your way backstage, baby girl it's on [Jay-Z & R. Kelly]: And we'll be drinkin' til six in the mornin'... [R. Kelly]: In the back of the club with mama Poppin' bottles of Cris with mama Put the bar on the tab for mama Throwin' hundreds up for grabs with mama Cause it's about to go down tonight I'm a be drinkin' til the early lizz-ight Nigga high like a mu'fuckin' kizz-ite Take three honeys just to make me feel rizz-ight My, my, my, my Is what they all say when they see the frozen ice They say my, my, my, my Everytime they see them big thangs on the rizz-ide While ya'll got a club date, I'm fuckin' with arenas Got your man sayin', tell me have you seen her? Yeah, she with me on the low, gettin' high off of 'dro Got her knees on the floor, Fiesta Fiesta, Fiesta [Repeat 7x's] Switchin lanes in my 6 in the burbs I met a broad name Tasha from the burbs Took the hood then I moved into the burbs Now no mo' sherrifs or police in the burbs Now we about to tear this club up Don't worry about expenses cause I got that, sho' nuff Ready to foo! like I'm fresh outta jizz-ail I need some boo from all the honeys on the DL I said my, my, my, my That's what them thugs yellin when the strippers on the flizz-oor They say my, my, my, my Got Keisha yellin frm that up and down strizz-oke While ya'll got a club date, I'm fuckin with arenas Got your man sayin tell me have you seen her? Yeah, she with me on the low, gettin high off a 'dro Got her knees on the floor, Fiesta [Gotti]: I put this big body up, come through in a Rover Not only Kelly and Gottie, it's Boo and Hova Pop Cris if you like, my ice glist in the light I'm with Roclain right, so I'm rich for life I'm like Heaven, everybody want to get to me How you make it to the gate and forget the key I'm the one God chose, so you blessed with me Gotti flow'll get you higher than that Esstasy (ya heard) [Boo]: Hey yo, I come through stunnin, plus I'm gettin blunted In the new 600, with the big rims on it We rock rocks that'll light you shoulders Got a lotta hot cars, but the drops is colder You see VIP, me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov Drinkin' Cris like it's H2O All we do is spend cheese cause we love the dough Mami roll more trees fore it's time to go (come on) [R.Kelly]: If you got cash money then you feel this shit And if you rollin on them thangs then you feel this shit If you drunk off in the club then you feel this shit If you's a motherfuckin thug then you feel this shit If you smokin on some 'dro then you feel this shit And if you off that Ecstasy you got to feel this shit If you sippin on some Cris you gots to feel this shit And if you're throwin up your shit you gots to feel this shit, Fiesta R. Kelly - Fiesta Lyrics Featuring Gotti & Boo Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm... Chillin in my four point six at the light Bout to be VIP for the night Shorty in the drop top V made a right Pull up to her bumper baby, beeped twice Jumped out the whip like I was the police Didn't have a gun, but my wrist said freeze Got Friday on a DVD She's a baller and I'm a baller Wha-what? 1 - To all my hot girls Livin' fiesta To all my hot boys Livin' fiesta To all my Chi town niggas Fiesta And all my uptown niggas Fiesta To all my players and my hustlers Fiesta And if you sittin' on them blades Fiesta To all my honeys in the club Fiesta And if you rollin' with a thug Fiesta We be off in the club sippin lot Red eye deep in the club puffin' Lye Strippers in the back of the club showing live Soon as I get a buzz I'm showing out House on top of the hill Counting what? Whose gonna buy the bar? Got enough Take the haters out in the back, rough 'em up I'm a baller now where's my ballers? Wha-what? Repeat 1 We pop Cris on a daily base Plus we got honeys all up in the place Bout to wild out in a major way So put your hands up if you made your pay Add a little juice to the Tangaray But let the ice show till the diamond fades Rockland sittin' on Capitol Hill Trackmaster make capital deals [Gotti] Now look at Gotti iced out with the blingy-bling And a big body sittin' on them gleamy things Now Rockland niggas know the means of cream Kelly, R&B Thug and it sings to king Got PJ niggas in caprime green (Thugged out) Hot chicks down to do anything Cop them mo chicks Cop mo bricks, pop mo Cris Ay Kelly drop mo hits [Boo] What you know about them cats That be spendin' the dough Every day drink Henney and a bottle of Mo' Ride whips, hittin' chicks Blowin' twenties on drough To the club thirty deep Plenty of ice to show Mami say she never rolled in a six before (Fiesta) Never seen a young cat this rich before Yeah Kelly made the way for these niggas to blow Thugged out, 2G, Rockland for sure Repeat 1 |
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