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Whoa Now

[Singing]

We're movin' on up

To the east side (We're movin' on up)

To a deluxe apartment in the sky

We're movin' on up (We're movin' on up)

To the east side (We're movin' on up)

We finally got a piece of the pie



[Verse 1]

Watch these come and gettin' em

Know fo sho

Yo, get your back up off the wall

And get your feet on the floor

You see the boy at the bar wit the glass so tall

When I'm done baby dogg

I'ma show you Baltimore

Right now we gon' party

Bacardi give me some more

It's off the rack the club packed

I'm two-cut like two doors

Of course I do my two-step

Give em too much

I mustered up bad

I drop ashes in my cup

I had enough they throwin' boes

See I'm swingin' this chick

I had my arm around this smut game

Puttin' in work

Before we work I got to book somethin'

So baby stop frontin'

I got the drink and the smoke

Ain't got to buy nothin'

Not bluffin'

It's goin' down understand me

I like my birds nasty

I burst in them cashmeres

Everything, and you know what I came for

Right now it's goin' down

Let me on the dance floor



[Hook x2]

Whoa now, that's what the old men say

I party like it's my birthday

Drinkin' and still thirsty

Whoa now, shorty gimme what you got

It's my car lot us, gettin' hotter



[Verse 2]

I came to shake a load off

So take you coat off

Mix drinks what you think

OJ and Smirnoff

I sip it all

Hey, what can I say

See I just got paid so I'm feelin' the swig

And I'm tryin' get laid

I'm buyin' drinks and they love it

Divas growin' cheaper

Hoochie bag and hoochie bucket

Takin' shots from my cousin

He don' know how to act

Came straight out the woods

And the club wit a sack

Like what you know no good

But I know I pimp nasty

Sneakers is off the meter

You can't help wit the clap

Can't help but the boogie

Get loose but don't push me

We came so deep

And we're all wearin' hoodies

All my eighty-dime soldiers

What you doin' tonight

Now, put yo eight-dimes up

You made enough for the night

Let's take a break

Let's spend some cake

You ain't enjoyin' your life

Yo, we been workin' all week

So we gon' do it tonight

Come on



[Hook x2]



[Verse 3]

All my east-side boys put ya guns up

Pull out the knife cuz we gon' party till the law comes

Them boys yellin' where they from

I represent too

They throwin' game signs

See, I'm throwin' W's (Westside)

I'm screamin' eighty-dubs

I swear to God it's goin down

I don't remember where I parked

And I'm stuck in town

One night in Baltimore

I bet ya never leave

My boy I know I can't help it but to love these streets

C'mon (We finally got a-)

C'mon, c'mon (We finally-)

C'mon, whoa now (We finally got a piece of the-)

C'mon, c'mon, whoa now (We finally-)

Whoa now (We finally-)

C'mon, c'mon, whoa now (We-we finally got a piece of the pie)

That's what the old men say

I party like it's my birthday

Drinkin' and still thirsty



[Hook x2]

Whoa Now /

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