Mase - One Big Fiesta Lyrics
[mase]All out, we dont stop, we dont dont stopAll out, we dont stop, we dont dont stopAll out, make it hot, dont stop, cmonCmon, harlem world make it hot, dont stop cmonAll out, all out[stase]Yo, yo, Im the perfect example of a chick thats classyFlashy, sassy, papparazzi dont harrass meMove too swift for yall chicks to pass meAnything yall wanna know, come ask meHow come when Im in the street or a open placeEverybody scopin stase like I got a open caseAnything you gotta say to meYou can say to me, its baby staseThe more I make, the more they hateSee, I might as well admit it, everybody wanna hit itCuz I got a clean record not to mean you see me *****, check itI dont know whats wrong with these catsIts bout to be a setback in this game called rap, seeI was once told, harlem world dont foldWe bout to drop a flow the world can holdSeem like while Im seeing platinum, everybody sayin goldThe world really see what happens when my click unfold[mase]1 - were going to party, fiesta (all out)And stay fly, forevaCmon, cmon harlem worldCant go wrongWere going to party, fiesta (all out)And stay fly, forevaCmon, cmon harlem worldCant go wrong[blinky blink]Yo, harlem world is who Im runnin wit (yeah, honeys wit it)See the size of my money clip? (now, Im on the funny tip)I know you hate me, hate mase, cuz you make papesAnd got girls in like 48 states (48 states)But kickin the women who wear the straight faceWhile yall cats wild out and bout to get a rape caseBut why player hate? cuz I sex girls and they say Im greatYou bust one tank, cant even stay awakeNot now, we gon talk on a later dayWhat you think? you can hold blink? uh uhI got a gold link with more ice than cold drinksSo, playa get to that, and keep your chick in tactShe says your sex was whack, cuz Id twist her backAnd everytime I kick my rap, man I stick to facts (all out)But when my trees wasnt sellinI switch to jackCmon, cmon, cmonRepeat 1[huddy combs]Yo, yo, yo, I need a wifee, chipped up lightlyYou stay in the thong, imma stay where the ice beIndian givin, got caribbean womenWillin to have everything like me and my children (all out)So, dear, front of the billinHundreds in the ceiling, tank tops in the dropCuz Im one of them villainCook for me, come open a book for meShook the key, your whole look hooked meWith her legs tied up, eggs sunny side upNo cash in the stash get that money right up (cmon, cmon)See, all girls love me, cant get nothing from meI stay in the mall, spendin rich chicks moneyTricked on her friend so her friend wanna ***** meThat one named huddy, w dot huddy, w dot huddyW dot huddy, w dot huddy, w dot huddyRepeat 1 while:All outJmCant forget queen bee recordsL o xMoney power & respectRuff ryderYeah, dmxCant forget so so defBad boySuave houseYeah, kid, harlem on the riseAnd you dont want no problem with us guysNeptune, keep the beat banginUh, you dont stopQueen beeJunior mafiaWhat what what what whatAll out, all out, all out, all out
