Lyrics Fiesta (remix) (feat. Jay-Z) (street) - 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
Porsches
Boxes
with
glocks
that'll
pop
ya
to
make
ya
ghost-es
Whoever
come
closest
you've
been
warned
But
niggaz
don't
get
the
picture
till
the
weapons
is
drawn
Make
your
way
backstage,
baby
girl
it's
on
And
we'll
be
drinkin'
till
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'ma
be
drinkin'
till
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
rollin'
b-zy
While
y'all
gotta
club,
they
done
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
girl
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'
nuff
Ready
to
BOO
knock
'em
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
the
pi-zoles
They
say,
my,
my,
my,
my
(Yeah)
Got
Kisha
yellin'
from
that
up
and
down
shi-zow
While
y'all
gotta
club,
they
done
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
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
Aiiyo
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
H2O
All
we
do
is
spend
cheese
cause
we
love
the
dough
Mami
roll
more
trees
before
it's
time
to
go
C'mon
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
see
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
gots
to
feel
this
shit
If
you
sippin'
on
some
Cris'
you
gots
to
feel
this
shit
And
if
you
throwin'
up
and
shit,
you
gots
to
feel
this
shit
Fiesta
Fiesta
Fiesta
Fiesta
...
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