Braveheart Party (feat. Mary J. Blige) (2001 - Stillmatic)
[Intro (Nas)] Yeah... ay yo Jungle... ay yo Wiz... Come on man... Let's do this It's a Braveheart party y'all C'mon
[Chorus (Mary)] Throw your hands up cuz we wanna dance Don't be afraid just take a chance Cuz this beat will rock your body Get up on the floor and party Now y'all tell me what y'all wanna do Thinkin' while I have a drink or two Throw your hands up everybody Get up on the floor and party
[Verse 1 (Nas)] I move at night, respect my gangsta Ready for whatever you bring, the mood is right The club is righteous, tight with family Squeezin on big old bubbles with no panties Ladies who's sexually free And once in a while live on the wild side, kinky & nasty Middle fingers up and say "Fuck the world" Throw your hands up, they can't fuck with you girl And my fellas, two time felons, two nine tote and lethal Quick to leave you wide open, if you gettin' tore down Blowin' a blunt cloud, and the DJ's makin' you feel thugged out Put yo hands up
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[Verse 2 (Jungle)] I pull in a V12 drop all red Look at ma with that cat paw tat on'er leg Come here girl can I kiss you, let me lick you Show you what your body made for, you're official You could be my baby mama lookin like that What you drink, champagne or Cognac What you like dancin diamonds, Dolce Gabbana Fendi, Louis Vuitton, Gucci and Prada A nigga like Jungle to always come thru Shine in yo hood whenever the fuck you want to Cause I'ma B.R.A.V., E.H.E.A.R.T. from QB Put'em up...
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Party all night (Party all night) Let's drink, no fights (Let's drink, no fights) Party all night (Whachu wan' do?) Let's drink, no fights (Drink up...c'mon, yeah, yeah...)
[Verse 3 (Wiz)] I'm blaze, haze for days Blackout thinkin' of ways to get paid Mac out corner I got it's all laid Shorty, with a nice round ass in my face Now do she want me to touch her? Or do she want me to see? Fuck is she comin wit me A true BHG Wiz, not complex Chin checks if it get hectic Nigga Braveheart respected Get bent at the bar, talk shit, walk it And if I can't talk it, the false big cop a case I'm here to blaze, roll up a dutch and take it to the face Throw yo hands up