You ready Mase?
Party people
In the place to be (Uh huh)
Itīs about that time
For us to (Yeah, uh huh)
Yo, what you know about goinī out
Head west, red Lex, TVīs all up in the headrest
Try and live it up
Ride true, a bigger truck
Peeps all glittered up
Stick up can, they go what?
Jig wit it cuz ship crisp, split it all
Hoīs ride, get your nut ītill I canīt get it up
Iīm a big man, give this man room
Iīd a hit everything, from Cancun to Grantīs tomb
Why you standinī on the wall?
Hand on your balls
Lighting up drugs always fightinī in the club
Iīm the reason they made the dress code
They figure I wouldnīt wild when Iīm in my french clothes
Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes
Neck full of gold, baguettes in my Rolls
Wreck shows, collect those, extra Oīs
Buy the E, get a key, to the Lex to hold
East, West, every state, come on, bury the hate
Millions, the only thing we in a hurry to make
Are the friend that actīs friend in a Lex or a Benz
Letīs begin, bring this BS to an end
Come on
[1] - Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldnīt change you if I could
I wouldnīt change you if I could
I wouldnīt change you if I could
Ah ah
You canīt understand we be Waikiki
Sippinī DP to the TV, look greedy
Little kids see me, way out in DC
With a Z3, chrome VBīs, they wanna be me
Niggaīs talkinī shit they ought to quit
Iīm fortunate they donīt see a fourth what I get
And those be the same ones walkinī while I whip
Just stylishing cars cuz they all true Nigī
So while you daydream my Mercedes gleam
And I deal with hoīs that pose in Maybeline
One time you had it all I ainīt mad at yaīll
Now give me the catalog, Iīll show you how daddy bought
Six cars and power to fire big stars
Sit up, CEO style, smokinī on cigars, nigga
Itīs like yaīll be talkinī funny
I donīt understand language of people with short money
Come on
[Repeat 1]
Ah ah
Do Mase got the ladies?
Do Puff drive Mercedes?
Take hits from the 80īs?
But do it sound so crazy?
Well me personally, Itīs nothinī personal
I do what work for me, you do what work for you
And I dress with what I was blessed with
Never been arrested for nothinī domestic
And I chill the way you met me
With a jet ski attached to a SE
Smoke my Nestle, no mad rap-ass cat
Where my check be?
Problem with yaīll I say it directly
Went from hard to sweet, starved to eat
From no hoes at shows to menage in suites
Now I be the cat that be hard to meet
Gettinī head from girls
That used to hardly speak
Come on
[Repeat 1 until fade]
Mase
Harlem World
Bad Boy
Goodfellaz baby
Yeah
And we wonīt stop
Cuz we canīt stop
Mason Betha
Yeah
Owwwww, come on
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