Fiesta Lyrics - Boo

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 

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 Moet mimosas 

Catch us both coasts, racin' twin Porsche's 

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 drinkin' 'til six in the mornin' 

In the back of the club with ma-ma 

Poppin' bottles of Cris with ma-ma 

Put the bar on the tab for ma-ma 

Throwin' hundreds up for grabs for ma-ma 

Cause it's about to go down tonight 

I'm a be drinkin' 'til the early liz-ight (that's right) 

Nigga high like a muh'fuckin 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 only cause I 

While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas 

Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you seen her?" 

Yeah she wit me on the low 

Gettin' high off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo' 

Fiesta, fiesta, fiesta 

Fiesta, fiesta 

Fiesta, fiesta 

Fiesta, fiesta 

Fiesta, fiesta 

Fiesta, fiesta 

Fiesta, fiesta 

Fiesta, fiesta 

Switchin' lanes in my Six, in the 'burbs 

I met a broad 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' 'nough 

Ready to BOO like I'm fresh outta jizzail 

I need some WOO from all the honey's on the DL 

I said my, my, my, my (yeah) 

It's what them thugs yellin' when the strippers on fizzles 

They say my, my, my, my (yeah) 

Got Kisha yellin' from that up and down sizzle 

While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas 

Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you seen her?" 

Yeah she wit me on the low 

Gettin' high off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo' 

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 wit Roc-Land 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 ecstasy 

Hey yo I come through stunnin', 

Plus I'm gettin' 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 (ah) 

You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov' 

Drinkin' Cris' like its H-2-O 

All we do is spend cheese cause we love the dough 

Mami roll more trees before it's time to go 

If you got cash money then you feel this shit 

And if you rollin' on them things then you feel this shit 

If you drunk off in the club then you feel this shit 

If you'se a motherfuckin' thug then you feel this shit 

If you smokin' on some 'dro then you feel this shit 

And if you off that ecstasy you got's to feel this shit 

If you sippin' on some Cris' you got's to feel this shit 

And if you throwin' up and shit, you got's to feel this shit 

Fiesta 

Fiesta, fiesta