B Rich - Whoa NowLyrics

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 Watch these grown men get it, 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, I give 'em too much I mustered up bad, I drop ashes in my cup I had enough they throwin' bows, see they swingin and shit I got my arm around this smut dame, puttin' in work Before we merk 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 Whoa now, that's what the old heads say I party like it's my birthday, drinkin and still thirsty Whoa now, shorty give me what you got The spot kinda live and I see you gettin hot Whoa now, that's what the old heads say I party like it's my birthday, drinkin and still thirsty Whoa now, shorty give me what you got The spot kinda live and I see you gettin hot I came to shake a load off, so take your coat off Mixed 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 Gucci bag Gucci 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 Whoa now, that's what the old heads say I party like it's my birthday, drinkin and still thirsty Whoa now, shorty give me what you got The spot kinda live and I see you gettin hot 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 gang signs; see, I'm throwin' W's (Westside) I'm screamin 80 dimes, 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 heads say I party like it's my birthday Drinkin' and still thirsty Whoa now, that's what the old heads say I party like it's my birthday, drinkin and still thirsty Whoa now, shorty give me what you got The spot kinda live and I see you gettin hot