You ready Mase? Party people In the place to be It's about that time For us to Yeah uh huh First Verse: Yo what you know about goin out? Head west red Lex TV's all up in the headrest Try and live it up ride into Bigger truck peace all glittered up sticker kid Nigga what? Jig with the cut sip Cris spit it up Hoes ride get your nut till I can't get it up I'm a big man give this man room I'ma hit everything, from Cancun to Grant's Tomb Why you standin' on the wall? Hand on your balls Lighting up drugs, always fightin in the club I'm the reason they made the dress code To figure out what to buy when I'm in my fresh clothes Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes Neck full of gold, baggets in my Rolls (**baggets are tiny diamond Bars**) Reck shows, collect those, extra O's Buy an E, get a key, to the Lex To hold, East, West, every state come on, bury the hate Millions the only thing we in a hurry to make Better friend or ex-friend, in a Lex or a Benz Let's begin, bring this BS to an end Come on Chorus: Bad, bad, bad, Bad Boy You make me feel so good You know you make me feel so good You know you make me feel so good Bad, bad, bad, Bad Boy I wouldn't change you if I could I wouldn't change you if I could I wouldn't change you if I could Verse Two: You can't understand, we be Waikiki, sippin' DP To the TV, look greedy Little kids see me, way out in DC With a Z3, chrome VB's They wanna be me, niggaz talkin shit They ought to quit, I'm fortunate They don't see a fourth what I get And those be the same ones walkin while I whip Just started seing cars, cause they alternate So while you daydream, my Mercedes gleam And I deal with hoes that pose in Maybeline One time you had it all, I ain't mad at ya'll Now give me the catalogue, I'll show you how Daddy ball Six cars in power, the five big stars Phillip, CEO, Chaz smokin' on cigars, nigga It's like ya'll be talkin funny I don't understand language of people with short money Come on Chorus Verse Three: Do Mase got the ladies? Yeah, yeah Do Puff drive Mercedes? Yeah, yeah Take hits from the 80's? Yeah, yeah But do it sound so crazy? Yeah, yeah Well me personally, it's nuthin personal I do what work for me, you do what work for you And I dress with what I was blessed with Never been arrested, for nuthin domestic And I chill, the way you met me With a jet ski, attached to a SE Smoke my Nestle, no mad rap ASCAP, where my check be? Problem with y'all I say it directly Went from hard to sweeps starved to eat From no hoes at shows to menage in suites Now I be the cat that be hard to meet Gettin head from girls that used to hardly speak Come on Chorus 5X
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