Lyrics Fiesta - Remix - Boo , Gotti , Jay-Z , R. Kelly
After
the
show
it's
the
after
party
then
After
the
party
it's
the
hotel
lobby
and
After
the
Belve'
then
it's
probably
Cris'
And
after
the
original
it's
probably
this
(fiesta)
Yes
ma,
Bed-Stuy,
fiesta
Remix
with
the
homie
from
the
Midwest
side
Game
recognize
game,
hoes
do
too
It's
the
new
2 Live
Crew,
I
suppose
you
knew
So
thugs,
pop
yo'
toasters,
but
don't
approach
us
or
Bullets'll
chase
you
like
Moet
mimosas
Catch
us
both
coasts,
racin'
twin
Porsche's
Boxes
with
glocks
that'll
pop
ya
to
make
ya
ghost-es
Whoever
come
closest
you've
been
warned
But
niggas
don't
get
the
picture
'til
the
weapons
is
drawn
Make
your
way
backstage,
baby
girl
it's
on
And
we'll
be
drinkin'
'til
six
in
the
mornin'
In
the
back
of
the
club
with
ma-ma
Poppin'
bottles
of
Cris
with
ma-ma
Put
the
bar
on
the
tab
for
ma-ma
Throwin'
hundreds
up
for
grabs
for
ma-ma
Cause
it's
about
to
go
down
tonight
I'm
a
be
drinkin'
'til
the
early
liz-ight
(that's
right)
Nigga
high
like
a
muh'fuckin
ki-zite
Take
three
honies
just
to
make
me
feel
ri-zight
My,
my,
my,
my
It's
what
they
all
say
when
they
see
the
frozen
ice
They
say
my,
my,
my,
my
Anytime
they
see
them
big
things
only
cause
I
While
y'all
gotta
club
date,
I'm
fuckin'
wit
arenas
Gotcha
man
sayin'
"Kelly
have
you
seen
her?"
Yeah
she
wit
me
on
the
low
Gettin'
high
off
the
'dro,
got
her
knees
on
the
flo'
Fiesta,
fiesta,
fiesta
Fiesta,
fiesta
Fiesta,
fiesta
Fiesta,
fiesta
Fiesta,
fiesta
Fiesta,
fiesta
Fiesta,
fiesta
Fiesta,
fiesta
Switchin'
lanes
in
my
Six,
in
the
'burbs
I
met
a
broad
named
Tasha,
in
the
'burbs
Took
the
hood
then
I
moved
it,
to
the
'burbs
Now
no
more
sheriffs
or
polices,
in
the
'burbs
(that's
right)
And
we
about
to
tear
this
club
up
Don't
worry
'bout
expenses
cause
I
got
that
sho'
'nough
Ready
to
BOO
like
I'm
fresh
outta
jizzail
I
need
some
WOO
from
all
the
honey's
on
the
DL
I
said
my,
my,
my,
my
(yeah)
It's
what
them
thugs
yellin'
when
the
strippers
on
fizzles
They
say
my,
my,
my,
my
(yeah)
Got
Kisha
yellin'
from
that
up
and
down
sizzle
While
y'all
gotta
club
date,
I'm
fuckin'
wit
arenas
Gotcha
man
sayin'
"Kelly
have
you
seen
her?"
Yeah
she
wit
me
on
the
low
Gettin'
high
off
the
'dro,
got
her
knees
on
the
flo'
I
put
the
big
body
up,
come
through
in
a
Rover
Not
only
Kelly
and
Gotti,
it's
Boo
and
Hova
Pop
Cris
if
you
like,
my
ice
glist'
in
the
light
I'm
wit
Roc-Land
right,
so
I'm
rich
for
life
I'm
like
Heaven,
everybody
wanna
get
to
me
How
you
make
it
to
the
gates
and
forget
the
key?
I'm
the
one
God
chose
so
you
blessed
through
me
Gotti
Floyd
getchu
higher
than
that
ecstasy
Hey
yo
I
come
through
stunnin',
Plus
I'm
gettin'
blunted
in
the
new
six-hundred
with
the
big
rims
on
it
We
rock
rocks
that'll
light
ya
shoulders
Gotta
lotta
hot
cars
but
the
drops
is
colder
(ah)
You
see
V-I-P
me,
Kelly,
Gotti,
and
Hov'
Drinkin'
Cris'
like
its
H-2-O
All
we
do
is
spend
cheese
cause
we
love
the
dough
Mami
roll
more
trees
before
it's
time
to
go
If
you
got
cash
money
then
you
feel
this
shit
And
if
you
rollin'
on
them
things
then
you
feel
this
shit
If
you
drunk
off
in
the
club
then
you
feel
this
shit
If
you'se
a
motherfuckin'
thug
then
you
feel
this
shit
If
you
smokin'
on
some
'dro
then
you
feel
this
shit
And
if
you
off
that
ecstasy
you
got's
to
feel
this
shit
If
you
sippin'
on
some
Cris'
you
got's
to
feel
this
shit
And
if
you
throwin'
up
and
shit,
you
got's
to
feel
this
shit
Fiesta
Fiesta,
fiesta
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