You ready Ma$e?
Party people
In the place to be
It's about that time
For us to....
Yeah, uh-huh
1st verse
Yo, what you know about goin'
out
Head west, red Lex
tv's all up in the headrest
Try to live it up, ride into
Bigger truck, peeps all glittered
up
Sticker kid, nigga what? Jig
with a cut
Sip cris, spit it up, ride
get you nut
Till I can't get it up
I'm a big man, give this man
room
I den hit everything from
Cancun to man's tomb
Why you standin on the wall?
Hangin on your balls, lightin
up drugs
Always fighting in the club
I'm the reason they made the
dress code
They figure I wouldn't wild
when I'm in my french clothes
Dress as I suppose, from my
neck to my toes
Neck full of gold with gats
in my Rolls
Wreck shows, collect those
extra O's
Buy a E, get a key to the
Lex to hold
East West every state come
on, bury the hate
Millions, the only thing we
in the area to make
Better friend than ex-friend
In a Lex or a Benz, let's
begin
And bring this B.S. to an
end
Come on
Chorus
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
(You know you make me feel
so good)
(You know you make me feel
so good)
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldn't change you if I
could
(I wouldn't change you if
I could)
(I wouldn't change you if
I could)
Verse 2
You can't understand, we be
Ridin' kinky, sippin' dp
To the Tv, look greedy
Little kids see me, way out
in DC
With a Z3 chrome VB's
They wanna be me
Nigga's talkin shit
They ought to quit
I'm fortunate, cause they
don't see a fourth what I get
And those be the same ones
walkin while I whip
Just started seeing cars cause
they alternate
So while you daydream, Mama's
city gleam
And I deal wit hoes that pose
in Maybeline
One time ya had it all, I
ain't mad at yall
Now give me the catalog, I'll
show ya how daddy ball
Six cars in power, and five
big stars
Philip, CEO, stars smokin
on cigars
Nigga, it's like yall be talkin
funny
I don't understand language
And people with short money
Come on
Chorus
Verse 3
Do Ma$e got the ladays? Yeah
yeah
Do Puff drive Mercedes? Yeah
yeah
Take hits from the 80's? Yeah
yeah
But do it sound so crazay?
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 nothing
domestic
And I chill the way you met
me
With a jet ski, attached to
a SE
Smoke my nestle
No mad rap, ask cat where
my check be
Problem with yall, I say it
directly
Went from hard to sweeps
Started to eat
From no hoes at shows to manaj
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 (fade)