After the party is the Waffle House. If you ever been here, you know what I'm talking about where people don't dance
All they do is this
And after the original, you know what it is
This is the remix, it had to go down
I got something else to tell you about the new Motown
Where people don't visit
They move out here
And ain't no telling who you might see up in Lenox Square
I don't know about you, but I miss the Freakneck
Cause that's where my city used to be real sick
People from other cities used to drive for miles
Just to come and get a taste of this ATF house
I'm the MVP, most ballin 'est player
Make my own moves
Call me the mayor, Monday night
You know things change with time
Magic City back lookin' like 89
All my homies on the South Side up in the Ritz
Tuesday night, the Velvet Room
Same shit, Wednesday
Strokers, I don't go no more
Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the door
Thursday night was pushed, but we moved the fuel
And I be up in the booth drunk
Actin' the fool, Friday night
Hey Pia, they still got love
And the shark bar be poppin' like it's a nightclub
Saturday still off the heezy
For sheezy
You can find me up in one tweezy
Sunday, get me some sleep, please
I'm on my way to the deck to hit jazz and tease
Holla
And y 'all from New York, man
Representing NYC to the fullest
Gats, I feel it, heads be duckin' when New York be bussin'
Take that
Welcome to New York, motherfuckers
Where we don't play and out of towners get
Got like every day
And the gangsta's a gangsta in every way
Sittin' on 22s, that's what long money do
Now the Don's on it
Diddy shine on it
Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it
Sunday, we layin' low in halo
Sippin' Chris and we straight
Monday, we go to Bungalow 8
Tuesday, I'm in spa drunk, doin' the shake
And for the rest of the week, we just follow the freaks
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky
The state of New York, hot now
Top down at the rocker game
New coupe, no roof player, what's my name?
Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan
Staton, Uptown, what now?
Let's make it happen
New York, motherfuckers
If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
We still here, and we buildin' four more new towns
You say St. Louis ain't hip -hop
Dirty, we hop to a zip
I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let us slip
I'm so St. Louis, ask my tattooist
I was like the waterboy, now they sayin'
You can do it
I'm Baby Huey, one of the best in the Louis
Sip Louis, smoke Louis, dressed in Louis
Home of back porches
Chucks and earth horses
Old school, costly, trailblazing like Portland
The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses
I call them gimme girls, they always tell me I can have it
All got habits
Marijuana, the static
Buy two cats in coats with automatics
St. Louis is the truth like Sojourner
Don't need a burner, we learn from Ike Turner
I tried to told you, don't cross that bridge
Without permission from them St. Lunatics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ladies and gentlemen
We got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight
He just came from our tour
And he wanna tell y 'all a little bit about where he come from
Palm trees, bad bitches
And wannabes, OGs like me
Eat no policies
Now ladies, jelly beans and Wallabies
Real niggas from the set are hardly ever seen
Mostly herds, sell a bird
Off the kisser, then when we dip
We hop it, then we swizzers
A lot of homies like to wear the pizzer
Hair longer than hers, sharp with the pizzer
Doggy bizz off, you know I like to bizz off
Like Kobe and Shaq, so take that
Long boots, it's on the motherfuckin' map
The city by the sea
R .I .P. J .D.
You know about the L .B .C
My niggas love them stillers
Cold hearted killers, real cat pillars
Real niggas feelers
Ain't no spoilers, a lot of dope dealers
Bang, diggy, dang, dang
Dog pound, gangsta, crip gang
Yeah, we do the damn thing
Go to Pomona, scoop up cocaine
Head to the church house to get a little work out
Smoke out, drink up
Now put your bank up, it's all on me
I got a scenery to stank up
Crank up the beat, raise up the heat
I'm throwin' a block party on 213
Welcome to Atlanta, remix
Hey, and we ride on them things
Like every day, big beats
Hit the streets, see gangsters roaming
And parties don't stop till 8 in the morning
Welcome to Atlanta, where the players play
And we ride on them things
Like every day, big beats
Hit the streets, see gangsters roaming
And parties don't stop till 8 in the morning
