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Hey-hey-hey yo F-A-Hey-hey-hey yo F-A-Hey-hey-hey yo 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 But this is my party Stroll by if you want to Or ya'll can stay home But why would you want to? We gon' party, till we laid in graves Sweat out our doobie braids and waves Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo" That groupie made a wave Cause when she seen the whips and chains She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon This is my party So get fly if you like to Get high if you like to cause I know you like to Put your hands up as high as you like to And if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey yo" I don't know about y'all But we doin' it over here All the glasses got liquid that blue in it over here Cigars got somethin' sticky that's glueing 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, [bad word] 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 ya 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 [bad word] go bop up shook Their asses pokin' out like them pictures in pop up books Oh yea! We's off the Richter Scale Hate will get you, put in coffins quick as [bad word] If the ladies would show it off and thick as [bad word] 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 in six SL's To all them chicks that yell "hey-hey-hey-hey yo" Shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well Shake your [bad word] back and forth as quick as [bad word] 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 sand, 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 Hey-hey-hey yo... Hey-hey-hey yo...