fiesta remix
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 (Chi, what)
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 Moët mimosas
Catch us both coasts-es, racing twin Porsches
Boxes with Glocks that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest - you've been warned
But niggas don't get the picture 'til the weapons is drawn
Make your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be drinking 'til six in the morning
In the back of the club with ma-ma
Popping bottles of Cris' with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for ma-ma
Throwing hundreds up for grabs for ma-ma
'Cause it's about to go down tonight
I'ma be drinking 'til the early liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga high like a muh'fucking 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 rolling b-zy
While y'all gotta club date, I'm fucking with arenas
Gotcha man saying "Kelly have you seen her?"
Yeah she with me on the low
Getting high off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo'
Fiesta!
Fiesta, Fiesta (fiesta)
Fiesta, Fiesta (fiesta)
Fiesta, Fiesta (yeah yeah yeah)
Fiesta, Fiesta (c'mon)
Fiesta, Fiesta (Rockland)
Fiesta, Fiesta (Roc-A-Fella)
Fiesta, Fiesta (TM)
Fiesta, Fiesta (c'mon)
Switching 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 honies on the DL
I said - my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's what them thugs yelling when the strippers on the pi-zoles
They say - my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha yelling from that up and down shi-zow (mami)
While y'all gotta club date, I'm fucking with arenas
Gotcha man saying "Kelly have you seen her?"
Yeah she with me on the low
Getting 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 with Rockland 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 ecstacy
Ayo, I come through stunning, plus I'm getting 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 (aahh)
You see V-I-P; me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Drinking Cris' like it's H-2-O
All we do is spend cheese 'cause we love the dough
Mami roll more trees 'fore it's time to go
C'mon
If you got cash money then you feel this shit
And if you rolling on them things then you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the club then you feel this shit
If you see a motherfucking thug then you feel this shit
If you smoking on some 'dro then you feel this shit
And if you off that Ecstasy you gots to feel this shit
If you sipping on some Cris' you gots to feel this shit
And if you throwing up and shit, you gots to feel this shit
Fiesta..
Fiesta, Fiesta (fiesta)
Fiesta, Fiesta (fiesta)
Fiesta, Fiesta (yeah yeah yeah)
Fiesta, Fiesta (c'mon)
Fiesta, Fiesta (Rockland)
Fiesta, Fiesta (Roc-A-Fella)
Fiesta, Fiesta (Trackmasters)
Fiesta, Fiesta (c'mon)
Fiesta, Fiesta (fiesta)
Fiesta, Fiesta (fiesta)
Fiesta, Fiesta (yeah yeah yeah)
Fiesta, Fiesta (c'mon)
Fiesta, Fiesta (Rockland)
Fiesta, Fiesta (Roc-A-Fella)
Fiesta, Fiesta (TM)
Fiesta, Fiesta (c'mon)
Fiesta, Fiesta (fiesta)
Fiesta, Fiesta (fiesta)
Fiesta, Fiesta (yeah yeah yeah)
Fiesta, Fiesta (c'mon, fiesta)
Fiesta, Fiesta (Rockland)