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You ready mase?

Party people
In the place to be (uh huh)
It s about that time
For us to (yeah, uh huh)

Yo, what you know about goin out
Head west, red lex, tv s all up in the headrest
Try and live it up
Ride true, a bigger truck
Peeps all glittered up
Stick up can, they go what?
Jig wit it cuz ship crisp, split it all
Ho s ride, get your nut till I can t get it up
I m a big man, give this man room
I d a 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
They figure I wouldn t wild when I m in my french clothes
Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes
Neck full of gold, baguettes in my rolls
Wreck shows, collect those, extra o s
Buy the 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
Are the friend that act s friend in a lex or a benz
Let s begin, bring this bs to an end
Come on

1 - 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

Ah ah
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
Nigga s 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 stylishing cars cuz they all true nig
So while you daydream my mercedes gleam
And I deal with ho s that pose in maybeline
One time you had it all I ain t mad at ya ll
Now give me the catalog, I ll show you how daddy bought
Six cars and power to fire big stars
Sit up, ceo style, smokin on cigars, nigga
It s like y all be talkin funny
I don t understand language of people with short money
Come on

Repeat 1

Ah ah
Do mase got the ladies?
Do puff drive mercedes?
Take hits from the 80 s?
But do it sound so crazy?

Well me personally, it s nothin 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 nothin domestic
And I chill the way you met me
With a jet ski attached to a se
Smoke my nestle, no mad rap-ass cat
Where my check be?
Problem with y all I say it directly
Went from hard to sweet, 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

Repeat 1 until fade

Mase
Harlem world
Bad boy
Goodfellaz baby
Yeah
And we won t stop
Cuz we can t stop
Mason betha
Yeah
Owwwww, come on


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