(If the party's where you're at just let me know) you got to show me where that party at dirty
Somewhere where it's crackin' right around one-thirty
Never get done too early, come in as is, doo-rags and tims
I'm rollin past his, his little jag and benz with the rolls
Not the one with the stem the one with the rims
The one that seem to make more enemies than friends
I'm slidin' in past doors, both eyes closed
Both arms rose, both charms froze
With the S-O S-O , D-E dot F
I'm buyin bottles, bottles, until it ain't none left
I'm quick to go left, I blaze with no rep
I jams more than def, baby show me the club
I'm like "hey, where the bacardi at?"
Come and mix it with the Cris', baby, what's wrong with that?
We in the V. I. p. twisted, down right spliffed it
Two way and, ooh they makin it like you missed it