[Intro: Fabolous]
Hey-hey-hey yo [3x]
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo [2x]
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo [2x]

[Verse: Fabolous]
Ain´t no tellin´ what this hypno will do to me
I´m feelin´ like I can do what I want now
Dip-low immunity
Shorty! just shake your hips slow and move wit me
Take a hit a this and sip slow and thoroughly
You´re sneakin´ out on your man, tip-toein´ to the V
Cause I know you got him whipped though like wannabe
Let´s put on a live strip show just you and me
But girl, I´m lookin´ at them lips though like who is he?
They ain´t never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry
So when I ask "you wanna leave the zip-code?"
Say "sure" and be me

[Chorus 1: Fabolous]
But this is my party
Stroll by if you want to
Or ya´ll can stay home
But why would you want to?

[Verse: Fabolous]
We gon´ party, till we laid in graves
Sweat out our doobie braids and waves
Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
That groupie made her wait
Cause when she seen the whips and chains
She started talking ´bout she ready to be made a slave, c´mon

[Chorus 2: Fabolous (2x)]
This is my party
So get fly if you want to
Get high if you want to cause I know you like to
Put your hands up as high as you want to
And if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey yo"

[Verse: Fabolous]
I don´t know about y´all
But we doin´ it over here
All the glasses got liquid that brewin´ it over here
Cigars got somethin´ sticky that´s gluing it over here
Ladies movin´ it over there, movin´ it over here
I can fit a few in a Rover´s rear
We havin´ a good time, don´t ruin it overs this
You see why we asks is to see ID
Cause girls will do anything for some VIP access
Me I relax this (easy)
Cause I´m used to ballin´
You could tell that these guys need practice
But if it was a problem then I would confront you
You saying "no" but your eyes say "you want to"
But a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put
I ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look
Would you believe most these bitches go bop up shook
Their asses pokin´ out like them pictures in pop up books

[Chorus 2]

[Verse: Fabolous]
Oh yea! We´s off the Richter Scale
Hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell
If the ladies would show it off and thick as hell
For my hustlers knockin´ off them bricks as well
And everybody, up north that´s sick in jail
I probably feel y´all, send you all of the flicks in mail
The Street Family speed off six SL´s
To all them chicks at Yale "hey-hey-hey-hey yo"
Shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well
Shake your ass back and forth as quick as hell
And just from lookin´ at them thighs from the front view
Girl I know that these guys say they want you
If I wake up in the same clothes from yesterday
Same hoes from yesterday
Lightin´ clips to the same dro´ from yesterday
Her hang-overs yesterday
You ain´t mistaken we in Benz´s today
But we had them Range Rovers yesterday

[Chorus 2]

[Outro: Fabolous (to fade)]
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