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Harlem World - One Big Fiesta lyrics
Featuring Mase] Ma$e: All Out we don't stop we don't don't stop All Out we don't stop we don't don't stop All Out make it hot don't stop c'mon C'mon Harlem World make it hot don't stop c'mon All Out All Out Baby $ta$e: Yo yo I'm the perfect example of how a chick that's classy Flashy sassy papparazzi don't harrass me (All Out) Move too swift for y'all chicks to pass me Anything y'all wanna know, come ask me How come when I'm in the street all open place Everybody smokin' $ta$e like I got a open case (uh uh) Anything you gotta say to me You can say to Ma$e, Baby $ta$e The more I make, the more they hate (c'mon) See, I might as well admit it, that everybody wanna hit it Cuz I got a cean record and not to see me naked, check it I don't know what's wrong with these cats It'll be a setback in this game called Rap, see I was once told, Harlem World done fold We about to drop this below the world, behold Seem like while I'm seeing Platinum, everybody sayin' Gold We'll really see what happens when my click unfold Ma$e-Chorus 2x: We're going to party, fiesta (All Out) And stay fly, foreva C'mon, c'mon Harlem World Can't go wrong Blinky Blink: Yo, Harlem World is who I'm runnin wit (yeah, Huddy's wit it) See the size of my money clip? (man, I'm on the funny tip) I know you hate me, hate Ma$e, cuz we make papes And got girls on like 48 states (48 states) For kickin' the women with a straight face While y'all cats, wella, about to get a rape case But why player hate? Cuz I sex girls and they say I'm great You bust one tank, can even stay awake Not now, we gon' talk on a later day What you think? You can hold Blink? Uh uh I got a gold link with more ice than cold drinks So, playa get to that, and keep your chicken hats She said your sex was whack, cuz I twist her back And everytime I kick my rap, man I stick to facts (All Out) But if my trees wasn't sellin' I switch the jack C'mon, c'mon, c'mon Chorus: Huddy Comb: Yo, yo, I need a wifee, chipped up lightly You stay in the thong, I'ma stay with the ice, B Indian givin', got Carribean women Willin' to have everything like me and my children (All Out) So, dear, in front of the building Hundreds in the ceiling, tank tops in the drop Cuz I'm one of the villain Cook for me, come open a book for me Shook for keep, your whole look hooked me With your legs tied up, eggs sunny side up No cash in the stash get that money right up (c'mon, c'mon) See, all girls love me, can't get nothing from me I stay in the Mall, spendin' rich chicks' money Tricked on her friend so her friend wanna fuck me That one named Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy Chorus to end with Ma$e adlibs: All Out JM Can't forget Queen Bee wrecks this L O X Money Power & Respect Ruff Ryder Yeah, DMX Can't forget So So Def Bad Boy Suave House Yeah, kid, Harlem on the rise And you don't want no problem with these guys Neptune, keep the beat bangin' Uh, you don't stop Queen Bee Junior Mafia What what what what what All Out, All Out, All Out, All Out |
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