Ay yo, it's shallow man
And we gon' bring you this after party, man
Uh, uh, oh, come on
Yeah, Benzino, yeah
Look out, yeah
Penny Pablo, Yellow City
It's your girl, Penny B with the poisonous sting
Chinchilla dragon in the diamond G-string
Bouncin' on Lorenzo's and that B with the wings
Who the * want what?
Bettin' it all at the * table, rip the casino
From Vegas to Reno, me and Benzino
We gon' rock the party and drink Bacardi all damn night
Punch and shake my ass like a fresh bowl of jelly
Quite bootylicious like Beyonce and Kelly
Love to see guys with tattoos on their belly
Let's get nasty from the car to the telly
Got my girls with me, so go get your boys
Come ride with us, we on a tour bus
If you treat us right and you spinnin' us tight
Then we gon' freak
We gon' throw the party, rock the party
We'll drink Bacardi, freak somebody
Then leave the party till the after party, yo
What we gon' do?
We gon' take it over, we gon' turn it out
It's hot in here, we gon' burn it out
We gon' blow that thing, we gon' back it up
Yeah, what y'all gon' do?
Never seen a rapper city and you know I can't stop
Back at the lounge with a mean ditty cop
Shorty lookin' mean and the whole team hot
Yo, what's up?
Yo, what's up with y'all?
She sippin' cranberry with a splash of Elvidere
Five-caliber cognac, ice in my hair
Always drinkin' cognac with ice when I'm here
Nice
Fela Hazino put his game to the test
36-24, I think you know the rest
What's your secret, ma? How you fit in that dress?
Oh, damn
Now it's gettin' heated and you know it's on my mind
Me and you outta here, I think it's that time
Make you tap out when I creep up from behind
And that's what's up
Soda party, rock the party
Drink the party, drink somebody
Then leave the party till I hit the party, y'all
What we gon' do?
We gon' take it home, we gon' turn it out
It's hot in here, we gon' burn it out
We gon' blow that thing, we gon' back it up
Yeah, what y'all gon' do?
Gave me that bitch in my Adrenaline Jack
Put my liquor stash inside my apron like that
Playin' Sag in Carolina, hat to the back
I'm in New York City again, goddammit
We been through the troubleshootin' usual stuff
Try to find me Zeno, they sent him in the back
With a brick pack, pourin' can of wax on his back
Like, oh, how'd you do that?
Where the hell is him at when I find myself?
And him cute, mm, and him tight-lipped
Tryin' to get hooked up with a friend in a black dress
Spread a hoochie-coochie on my sunbeam bread
Hope to be sane to myself, pretty, pretty
Just as freaky as a damn Joaquin said
And I ain't sayin' cause I ain't scared
Some things ain't supposed to be said
We gon' throw the party, rock the party
Drink the party, freak somebody
Then leave the party to the afterparty, y'all
What we gon' do?
We gon' take it over, we gon' turn it out
It's hot in here, we gon' burn it out
We gon' blow that thing, we gon' back it up
Now watch out, don't, don't, don't
Lookin' at my Jacob, it's about that time
Get it good that I don't have to let the cops pop in
Oh my God
Lookin' at my Jacob, it's about that time
Get it good that I don't have to let the cops pop in
Oh my God
We gon' throw the party, rock the party
Drink the party, freak somebody
Then leave the party to the afterparty, y'all
What we gon' do?
We gon' take it over, we gon' turn it out
It's hot in here, we gon' burn it out
We gon' blow that thing, we gon' back it up
Now watch out, don't, don't