R. Kelly - Fiesta (Original Version) lyrics

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 n***as 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) n***a high like a muh'f**in 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 f**in' 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 f**in' 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 sh** And if you rollin' on them things then you feel this sh** If you drunk off in the club then you feel this sh** If you'se a motherf**in' thug then you feel this sh** If you smokin' on some 'dro then you feel this sh** And if you off that ecstasy you got's to feel this sh** If you sippin' on some Cris' you got's to feel this sh** And if you throwin' up and sh**, you got's to feel this sh** Fiesta Fiesta, fiesta