One Big Fiesta Lyrics - Singles - Harlem World

All out, we don't stop, we don't don't stop 

All out, we don't stop, we don't don't stop 

All out, make it hot, don't stop, c'mon 

C'mon, Harlem World make it hot, don't stop c'mon 

All out, all out 

Yo, yo, I'm the perfect example of a chick that's classy 

Flashy, sassy, papparazzi don't harrass me 

Move too swift for y'all chicks to pass me 

Anything y'all wanna know, come ask me 

How come when I'm in the street or a open place 

Everybody scopin' Stase like I got a open case 

Anything you gotta say to me, you can say to me, it's Baby Stase 

The more I make, the more they hate 

See, I might as well admit it, everybody wanna hit it 

'Cuz I got a clean record not to mean you see me naked, check it 

I don't know what's wrong with these cats 

It's 'bout to be a setback in this game called rap, see 

I was once told, Harlem World don't fold 

We 'bout to drop a flow the world can hold 

Seem like while I'm seeing Platinum, everybody sayin' gold 

The world really see what happens when my click unfold 

We're going to party, fiesta 

And stay fly, foreva 

C'mon, c'mon, Harlem World 

Can't go wrong 

We're going to party, fiesta 

And stay fly, foreva 

C'mon, c'mon, Harlem World 

Can't go wrong 

Yo, Harlem World is who I'm runnin' wit', yeah, honeys wit' it 

See the size of my money clip? Now, I'm on the funny tip 

I know you hate me, hate Mase, 'cuz you make papes 

And got girls in like 48 states 

But kickin' the women who wear the straight face 

While y'all cats wild out and 'bout to get a rape case 

But why player hate? 'Cuz I sex girls and they say I'm great 

You bust one tank, can't even stay awake 

Not now, we gon' talk on a later day 

What you think? You can hold Blink? 

I got a gold link with more ice than cold drinks 

So, playa get to that, and keep your chick in tact 

She says your sex was whack, 'cuz I'd twist her back 

And every time I kick my rap, man I stick to facts 

But when my trees wasn't sellin' 

I switch to Jack, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon 

We're going to party, fiesta 

And stay fly, foreva 

C'mon, c'mon, Harlem World 

Can't go wrong 

We're going to party, fiesta 

And stay fly, foreva 

C'mon, c'mon, Harlem World 

Can't go wrong 

Yo, yo, yo, I need a wifee, chipped up lightly 

You stay in the thong, I'm ma stay where the ice be 

Indian givin', got Caribbean women 

Willin' to have everything like me and my children 

So, dear, front of the billin' 

Hundreds in the ceiling, tank tops in the drop 

'Cuz I'm one of them villain 

Cook for me, come open a book for me 

Shook the key, your whole look hooked me 

With her legs tied up, eggs sunny side up 

No cash in the stash, get that money right up 

See, all girls love me, can't get nothing from me 

I stay in the Mall, spendin' rich chicks' money 

Tricked on her friend so her friend wanna fuck me 

That one named Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy 

W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy 

We're going to party, fiesta 

And stay fly, foreva 

C'mon, c'mon, Harlem World 

Can't go wrong 

We're going to party, fiesta 

And stay fly, foreva 

C'mon, c'mon, Harlem World 

Can't go wrong 

Bad Boy, Suave House 

Yeah, kid, Harlem on the rise 

And you don't want no problem with us guys 

Neptune, keep the beat bangin' 

Uh, you don't stop 

Queen Bee, Junior Mafia 

What, what, what, what, what 

All out, all out, all out, all out