[Intro: Fabolous] Hey-hey-hey yo [Repeat: x3] F-A-be Hey-hey-hey yo [Repeat: x2] F-A-be Hey-hey-hey yo [Repeat: x2]
[Fabolous] Ain't no tellin' what this hip lowered 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 want to leave the zip-code?" Say "sure" and be me
[Chorus 1: Fabolous] But this is my party Stroll by if you want to Or y'all can stay home But why would you want to?
[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: x2] This is my party So get fly if you want to Get high if you want to cause I know you want to Put your hands up as high as you want to And if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
[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 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, 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 "over" bet ya I 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
[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 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