[Intro: Fabolous] Hey-hey-hey yo [3x] F-A-B Hey-hey-hey yo [2x] F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo [2x]
[Verse: Fabolous] Ain´t no tellin´ what this hypno will do to me I´m feelin´ like I can do what I want now Dip-low immunity Shorty! just shake your hips slow and move wit me Take a hit a this and sip slow and thoroughly You´re sneakin´ out on your man, tip-toein´ to the V Cause I know you got him whipped though like wannabe Let´s put on a live strip show just you and me But girl, I´m lookin´ at them lips though like who is he? They ain´t never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry So when I ask "you wanna leave the zip-code?" Say "sure" and be me
[Chorus 1: Fabolous] But this is my party Stroll by if you want to Or ya´ll can stay home But why would you want to?
[Verse: Fabolous] We gon´ party, till we laid in graves Sweat out our doobie braids and waves Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo" That groupie made her wait Cause when she seen the whips and chains She started talking ´bout she ready to be made a slave, c´mon
[Chorus 2: Fabolous (2x)] This is my party
So get fly if you want to Get high if you want to cause I know you like to Put your hands up as high as you want to And if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
[Verse: Fabolous] I don´t know about y´all But we doin´ it over here All the glasses got liquid that brewin´ it over here Cigars got somethin´ sticky that´s gluing it over here Ladies movin´ it over there, movin´ it over here I can fit a few in a Rover´s rear We havin´ a good time, don´t ruin it overs this You see why we asks is to see ID Cause girls will do anything for some VIP access Me I relax this (easy)
Cause I´m used to ballin´ You could tell that these guys need practice But if it was a problem then I would confront you You saying "no" but your eyes say "you want to" But a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put I ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look Would you believe most these bitches go bop up shook Their asses pokin´ out like them pictures in pop up books
[Chorus 2]
[Verse: Fabolous] Oh yea! We´s off the Richter Scale Hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell
If the ladies would show it off and thick as hell For my hustlers knockin´ off them bricks as well And everybody, up north that´s sick in jail I probably feel y´all, send you all of the flicks in mail The Street Family speed off six SL´s To all them chicks at Yale "hey-hey-hey-hey yo" Shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well Shake your ass back and forth as quick as hell And just from lookin´ at them thighs from the front view Girl I know that these guys say they want you If I wake up in the same clothes from yesterday Same hoes from yesterday Lightin´ clips to the same dro´ from yesterday Her hang-overs yesterday You ain´t mistaken we in Benz´s today But we had them Range Rovers yesterday