♪♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ I know its kinda cold outside ♪ ♪ Bring your nasty inside ♪ ♪ (Eddie you should know better) ♪ ♪ Play yourself a dark corner ♪ ♪ (Brother, you know you're wrong) ♪ ♪ C'mon, can't stop, Won't stop ♪ ♪ Rockin' for you ♪ ♪ Cause I rep the streets ♪ ♪ Like Johnnie Cochran for you ♪ ♪ And I, got a state gun cockin' for you ♪ ♪ Twenty-One ♪ Legal ♪ ♪ Gun, ♪ Shots, ♪ Poppin' for you ♪ ♪ And I, blow tones, more
force than cyclones ♪ ♪ Is on every time I catch Ron Jones ♪ ♪ Thug, rock boots and
hoops with rhinestones ♪ ♪ Got the, ♪ Key ♪ ♪ to the, ♪ city and ♪ ♪ run the crime zone ♪ ♪ Now come on, take
something, shake something ♪ ♪ Break something, Stop ♪ ♪ Close your shop, you
ain't saying nothing ♪ ♪ Frontin' and knowing they
ain't really weighin' nothin' ♪ ♪ Betta ♪ Stop ♪ ♪ 'fore we ♪ Pop ♪ ♪ And really ♪ Get to sprayin' something ♪ ♪ Thug, what up? ♪ ♪ Thug, what up? ♪ ♪ Street, what up? ♪ ♪ Stack riches, no doubt ♪ ♪ We got the block locked
take another route ♪ ♪ (We up) ♪ ♪ It's Flipmode, better
stay up in your house ♪ ♪ (We up) ♪ ♪ Don't this hit make my people want to ♪ ♪ (Jump, jump) Don't this
hit make my people wanna ♪ ♪ (Jump, jump) Don't this
hit make my people wanna ♪ ♪ (Jump, jump) Don't this
hit make my people wanna ♪ ♪ (Jump, jump) Don't this
hit make my people wanna ♪ ♪ Act a fool, you better watch out ♪ ♪ Hot shit be bringin' the cops out ♪ ♪ Streets soldiers is
ringin' them shots out ♪ ♪ Short circuit and
blacken the blocks out ♪ ♪ Now open up the garage
and pull the drops out ♪ ♪ Rockin the fur coat
brinin' the blue fox out ♪ ♪ Diamonds light up the block, ♪ ♪ runnin' the blue rocks out ♪ ♪ Wildin' 'til all of my
crew knocks out c'mon ♪ ♪ Get yo' ass up on the floor ♪ ♪ Huh, throw ya hands
if you want some more ♪ ♪ Baby, wiggle your crotch out, huh ♪ ♪ And peep the way we
blowin' them spots out ♪ ♪ C'mon, look how we got
'em ready to act out ♪ ♪ Girl, I'm ready to give
it twistin' your back out ♪ ♪ Drink 'yack 'til I'm
fallin' out (yeah) ♪ ♪ Flat on his back, ♪ ♪ now watch brotha'
crawlin' out, talk to me ♪ ♪ I said Busta (What's up son) ♪ ♪ You leave them girls rollin' ♪ ♪ And it look like (C'mon) ♪ ♪ they asses is swollen
(the ass getting big now) ♪ ♪ But if your man babysittin' (uh-huh) ♪ ♪ Then what you gon' say ♪ ♪ (What we gon' tell 'em) ♪ ♪ We gon' tell that brotha
(Pass the Courvoisier) ♪ ♪ We gon' tell that brotha
(Pass the Courvoisier) ♪ ♪ Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier) ♪ ♪ Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier) ♪ ♪ Whoa-ooooo ♪ - You calling me a thief - You damn right, thief Who the hell told you to finish the rest of the bottle anyway - Uh-Oh I think somebody's
about to get hurt (Aw shit) - Ain't nobody about to get hurt Somebody bout to get their ass whooped - Wait a minute, you disrespecting me Is she disrespecting me? - She's disrespecting - She's disrespecting you - Who? Hold onto this for me please I need to show her some
things right Diddy? - Do what you gotta do, But remember, she's a heavy motha - C'mon Busta (Whoop his ass) - Just might slap the black out yo' head - Handle that big momma - Oww my pinky toe you dirty motha' - That's what I'm talkin' 'bout - I'll do it again - Do it again - I'll do it again - No, no, no, no, no (crowd) OH ♪ Girl, you need to shake it off ♪ ♪ Too much hair on your, (shave it off) ♪ ♪ C'mon, jump smack yo'
ass and break it off ♪ ♪ And if its too hot for y'all? ♪ ♪ You need to take it off ♪ ♪ In case you ain't
knowin' we on a roll now ♪ ♪ Diddy, like we done stumbled
on a pot of gold now ♪ ♪ C'mon ♪ ♪ Food spillin' all out
of the bowl now, huh ♪ ♪ Money thick, get harder
to fold now (C'mon) ♪ ♪ Ladies tell me if
your feelin' (Alright) ♪ ♪ And are you sure that
you up for doin' it ♪ ♪ (All night) ♪ ♪ I like this ♪ ♪ Listen, before yo' ass bet ♪ ♪ We wreck and we ain't even blacked yet ♪ ♪ People all around and ♪ ♪ police rapidly shut down the block ♪ ♪ And the club ain't
even packed yet, c'mon ♪ ♪ Nuff drinkin at the bar
hold it down wildin' out ♪ ♪ 'til the club is
closed down, talk to me ♪ ♪ I said Busta (Wassup son) ♪ ♪ You leave them girls rollin' ♪ ♪ and it look like ♪ ♪ They asses is swollen
(They ass gettin' big now) ♪ ♪ But if your man babysittin' (uh-huh) ♪ ♪ They what you gon' say? ♪ ♪ (What we gon' tell 'em?) ♪ ♪ We gon' tell that brotha
(Pass the Courvoisier) ♪ ♪ We gon' tell that brotha
(Pass the Courvoisier) ♪ ♪ Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier) ♪ ♪ Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier) ♪ ♪ (Jump, jump) Don't this
hit make my people wanna ♪ ♪ (Jump, jump) Don't this
hit make my people wanna ♪ ♪ (Jump, jump) Don't this
hit make my people wanna ♪ ♪ (Jump, jump) Don't this
hit make my people wanna ♪ ♪ They think I'm saying, cash rule ♪ ♪ Busta, lets get this
money and act a damn fool ♪ ♪ C'mon, act stupid and
jump in the damn pool ♪ ♪ Huh ♪ ♪ Think me and they man's cool ♪ ♪ C'mon, I'm sayin' just
put your bank up (huh) ♪ ♪ Put me and Diddy
together, you bankrupt ♪ ♪ Fly, we full of finnese y'all, yeah ♪ ♪ Me and Puffy is fittin' to bless y'all ♪ ♪ C'mon ♪ ♪ Don't talk about it,
be about it (shut up) ♪ ♪ My people come and be
around it (What up) ♪ ♪ C'mon rep to the fullest now, huh ♪ ♪ Sucka's ain't knowin'
how we gon' put it down ♪ ♪ C'mon ♪ ♪ Steamrollin' you sucka's ♪ ♪ and lay it down ♪ ♪ Frontin' with they thug image but we, ♪ ♪ Pay them no mind ♪ ♪ Now drink until the bottle
finished, talk to me ♪ ♪ I said Busta (Wassup son) ♪ ♪ You leave them girls rollin' ♪ ♪ And it look like (C'mon) ♪ ♪ They asses is swollen
(They ass gettin' big now) ♪ ♪ But if your man babysittin' (uh-huh) ♪ ♪ Then what you gon' say? ♪ ♪ (What we gon' tell 'em man?) ♪ ♪ We gon' tell that brotha
(Pass the Courvoisier) ♪ ♪ We gon' tell that brotha
(Pass the Courvoisier) ♪ ♪ Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier) ♪ ♪ Everybody sing it now
(Pass the Courvoisier) ♪ ♪ Whoa-oooo ♪ ♪♪♪♪♪
