[Adlibs - Fat Joe & R. Kelly:] What? Keep going baby!
[woman continue speaking spanish]
[Adlibs - Fat Joe:] Whoo! Whoo! Terror Squad! Uh, uh-huh Rockland! Joe Crack, the R
[verse 1 - R. Kelly:] Sitting at the bar with mama Shorty tryin to bring da drama But she cannot phase a playa Cuz this pimp is a moneymaker
Meetings from Shawtown to LA Yo I came to get down at this party I got my eyes on Keesha and Shante´ Rolling it like this track was raggae
[pre - hook:] I roll thru the hottest club! With about a hundred thugs! Get about a thousand bucks For chicks who wanna roll on dubs
[chorus - R. Kelly:] Yo, whose that in the jeep (some mami´s) Whose that off up in the truck (my n***az) Yo what ya´ll doin´ tonight (we thuggin´) Yo what´s off up in that cup (some liquior)
Well, I´m rollin´ with ya´ll (we´ll let´s go) Shorty where´s the alcohol (right here) Now lemme hit that pace (for shizzle) Shorty can we make our day
[verse 2 - R. Kelly:]
Here, take a brodda to a pool party Right off up at Miami! Ten g´s for the best bikini Looking for the biggest booty
She got the crowd goin crazy Cuz this track here is so amazing Yo we with a little (whoo!) life lookin hazy Still you R&B cats can´t phase me
[chorus - R. Kelly w/Fat Joe adlibs in background:] Yo, whose that in the jeep (some mami´s) Whose that off up in the truck (my n***az) Yo what ya´ll doin´ tonight (we thuggin´) Yo what´s off up in that cup (some liquior)
Well, I´m rollin´ with ya´ll (we´ll let´s go)
Shorty where´s the alcohol (right here) Now lemme hit that pace (for shizzle) Shorty can we make our day
[break - R.Kelly:] Yo, yo, yo, yo I´m driving a fast car, jump to the third lane Mami in passenger, spilling the champagne We stop at a red light, she driving me insane Yo we fiending like the **** was **** Stop playin girl the way ya shake a fatty back So sexy the way you telling daddy that Turn that a** around and lemme patty that Got me saying man I´m tryna marry that
[Rap - Fat Joe:] Oh no! They did it again (who?!) Rob and Joe they slip with ten (what?)
Damuses, wamuses, big Bahamas´s All kind of missis Don´t matter ya ma misses What´s love got to do with ****in´ there Everyday a new group of chicks there We headed to the islands, the games is life Where the fame is Shorty almost died when we came there Girl I know you diggin the ditty dop This my world come thru The whole city stop Looks like ice but actually it´s really not Damos, blandes, no lies around me 5000 thou we low on the time piece In the south bronx where you can find me Never mind me That´s is how we ball I´m rollin with yall
Now tell me shorty where´s the alcohol
[chorus - R. Kelly w/Fat Joe adlibs in background:] Yo, whose that in the jeep (some mami´s) Whose that off up in the truck (my n***az) Yo what ya´ll doin´ tonight (we thuggin´) Yo what´s off up in that cup (some liquior)
Well, I´m rollin´ with ya´ll (we´ll let´s go) Shorty where´s the alcohol (right here) Now lemme hit that pace (for shizzle) Shorty can we make our day
[outro - Fat Joe:] C´mon! Make em bounce baby! Uh, yeah!
Uh (Keep goin baby!) That junk funky sticky, whoo-whee! Hahhahhhahaah Uh! The R Joe Crack the don