Fiesta (feat. JAY Z) [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 the 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 **** don't get the picture till the weapons is drawn

Make your way backstage, baby girl, it's on

And we'll be drinking till 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

**** 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

Fiesta

Fiesta, fiesta

Rockland

Fiesta, fiesta

Roc-A-Fella

Fiesta, fiesta

TM

Fiesta, fiesta

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, woo, knock 'em fresh outta jizzail

I need some, woo, from all the honies on the DL

My, my, my, my

It's what them thugs yelling when the strippers on the pi-zoles

They say, "My, my, my, my"

Got Kisha yelling from that up and down shi-zow

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 this 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 get you higher than that ecstasy

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

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

Now, 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's 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 got to feel this shit

If you sipping on some Cris', you got to feel this shit

And if you throwing up and shit, you got to feel this shit

Fiesta

Fiesta, fiesta

Fiesta

Fiesta, fiesta

Fiesta

Fiesta, fiesta

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fiesta, fiesta

Fiesta

Fiesta, fiesta

Rockland

Fiesta, fiesta

Roc-A-Fella

Fiesta, fiesta

Trackmasters

Fiesta, fiesta

Fiesta, fiesta

Fiesta

Fiesta, fiesta

Fiesta

Fiesta, fiesta

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fiesta, fiesta

Fiesta

Fiesta, fiesta

Rockland

Fiesta, fiesta

Roc-A-Fella

Fiesta, fiesta

TM

Fiesta, fiesta

Fiesta, fiesta

Fiesta

Fiesta, fiesta

Fiesta

Fiesta, fiesta

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fiesta, fiesta

Fiesta