Ooh, mmm
Yeah, uh, uh
Fat Joe and the R
That s**t y`all
Breakin` s**t down
Shake that, funky, funky, funky
Yeah
Sticky, icky, icky, yeah uh
I got that s**t y`all
I got that s**t y`all
Uh yo yo

Crack man and I`m at it again
Ni**as had they run, now it`s time for change
When we step in the club, ni**a tuck ya chain
Got the mink on same color the Range
Uh, pour liquor for my ni**a that`s gone
Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home
F**k a bitch if she act to grown
I don`t need that s**t, I got my wife at home

Uh words slurrin`, dirty urine
Drunk off of Henry and the `jo keep burnin`
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep flirtin`
I don`t always crush two but tonight seems certain`
Party hard like "F**k all y`all!"
Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar
Terror Squad man you know who we are
Cruise through ya block and them drop-top Bentley`s is ours

Yeah, we thuggin`, rollin` on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin` like what
Got Cris` on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don`t stop
Throwin` up six o`clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe`s got the keys to the spot
And it`s full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of `dro be-atch

Yeah uh, yeah yeah yo
Everybody wanna know where the crib`s at
Ni**as just now gettin ice, so we get that
Mami starin` at me like she wanna get kidnapped
Money lookin` happy with his wife but we triz that
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State
In Miami, pool-party off the chain
Gettin` brains in the water on Memorial Day

Uh, grand-mami ya`ll cool and s**t
It`s ya birthday, show me what I`m foolin` with
Like no doubt, pokin` doll out, pull ya G-string down south
Oww! Pass that, give shorty a shot
True enough we gon` see if she naughty or not
I`m on E feelin` ready and hot
I give `em twenty a pop
You wanna roll leave the panties atop

Yeah, we thuggin`, rollin` on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin` like what
Got Cris` on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don`t stop
Throwin` up six o`clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe`s got the keys to the spot
And it`s full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of `dro be-atch

Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the f**k what
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the f**k what
Some of these kids is doin` they own thing
But none of these kids stack chips like us
Some of these cats is doin` they own thing
But none of these cats run tricks like us

Yeah, we thuggin`, rollin` on dubs and
Off up in the club, whylin` like what
Got Cris` on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don`t stop
Throwin` up six o`clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe`s got the keys to the spot
And it`s full with hunnies, panties with no tops
We take a puff of `dro be-atch

Yeah uh
You know what this is
Chi-town, BX
What the f**k what?
Out