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Viewing Lyrics for Whoa Now:
| | | Artist: | B-Rich |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Whoa Now | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 201 | | | | Lyrics: | [Singing]
We're movin' on up
To the east side (We're movin' on up)
To a deluxe
apartment in the sky
We're movin' on up (We're movin' on up)
To the east side (We're
movin' on up)
We finally got a piece of the pie
[Verse 1]
Watch these come and
gettin' em
Know fo sho
Yo, get your back up off the wall
And get your feet on the
floor
You see the boy at the bar wit the glass so tall
When I'm done baby dogg
I'ma
show you Baltimore
Right now we gon' party
Bacardi give me some more
It's off the
rack the club packed
I'm two-cut like two doors
Of course I do my two-step
Give em
too much
I mustered up bad
I drop ashes in my cup
I had enough they throwin'
boes
See I'm swingin' this chick
I had my arm around this smut game
Puttin' in
work
Before we work I got to book somethin'
So baby stop frontin'
I got the drink and
the smoke
Ain't got to buy nothin'
Not bluffin'
It's goin' down understand me
I
like my birds nasty
I burst in them cashmeres
Everything, and you know what I came
for
Right now it's goin' down
Let me on the dance floor
[Hook x2]
Whoa
now, that's what the old men say
I party like it's my birthday
Drinkin' and still
thirsty
Whoa now, shorty gimme what you got
It's my car lot us, gettin' hotter
[Verse 2]
I came to shake a load off
So take you coat off
Mix drinks what you
think
OJ and Smirnoff
I sip it all
Hey, what can I say
See I just got paid so
I'm feelin' the swig
And I'm tryin' get laid
I'm buyin' drinks and they love it
Divas
growin' cheaper
Hoochie bag and hoochie bucket
Takin' shots from my cousin
He don'
know how to act
Came straight out the woods
And the club wit a sack
Like what you
know no good
But I know I pimp nasty
Sneakers is off the meter
You can't help wit the
clap
Can't help but the boogie
Get loose but don't push me
We came so deep
And
we're all wearin' hoodies
All my eighty-dime soldiers
What you doin' tonight
Now, put
yo eight-dimes up
You made enough for the night
Let's take a break
Let's spend some
cake
You ain't enjoyin' your life
Yo, we been workin' all week
So we gon' do it
tonight
Come on
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3]
All my east-side boys put ya
guns up
Pull out the knife cuz we gon' party till the law comes
Them boys yellin' where
they from
I represent too
They throwin' game signs
See, I'm throwin' W's
(Westside)
I'm screamin' eighty-dubs
I swear to God it's goin down
I don't remember
where I parked
And I'm stuck in town
One night in Baltimore
I bet ya never leave
My boy I know I can't help it but to love these streets
C'mon (We finally got a-)
C'mon,
c'mon (We finally-)
C'mon, whoa now (We finally got a piece of the-)
C'mon, c'mon, whoa
now (We finally-)
Whoa now (We finally-)
C'mon, c'mon, whoa now (We-we finally got a piece
of the pie)
That's what the old men say
I party like it's my birthday
Drinkin' and
still thirsty
[Hook x2] | | | |
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