Whoa Now Songtext

[Singing]We're movin' on upTo the east side (We're movin' on up)To a deluxe apartment in the skyWe'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' emKnow fo shoYo, get your back up off the wallAnd get your feet on the floorYou see the boy at the bar wit the glass so tallWhen I'm done baby doggI'ma show you BaltimoreRight now we gon' partyBacardi give me some moreIt's off the rack the club packedI'm two-cut like two doorsOf course I do my two-stepGive em too muchI mustered up badI drop ashes in my cupI had enough they throwin' boesSee I'm swingin' this chickI had my arm around this smut gamePuttin' in workBefore we work I got to book somethin'So baby stop frontin'I got the drink and the smokeAin't got to buy nothin'Not bluffin'It's goin' down understand meI like my birds nastyI burst in them cashmeresEverything, and you know what I came forRight now it's goin' downLet me on the dance floor[Hook x2]Whoa now, that's what the old men sayI party like it's my birthdayDrinkin' and still thirstyWhoa now, shorty gimme what you gotIt's my car lot us, gettin' hotter[Verse 2]I came to shake a load offSo take you coat offMix drinks what you thinkOJ and SmirnoffI sip it allHey, what can I saySee I just got paid so I'm feelin' the swigAnd I'm tryin' get laidI'm buyin' drinks and they love itDivas growin' cheaperHoochie bag and hoochie bucketTakin' shots from my cousinHe don' know how to actCame straight out the woodsAnd the club wit a sackLike what you know no goodBut I know I pimp nastySneakers is off the meterYou can't help wit the clapCan't help but the boogieGet loose but don't push meWe came so deepAnd we're all wearin' hoodiesAll my eighty-dime soldiersWhat you doin' tonightNow, put yo eight-dimes upYou made enough for the nightLet's take a breakLet's spend some cakeYou ain't enjoyin' your lifeYo, we been workin' all weekSo we gon' do it tonightCome on[Hook x2][Verse 3]All my east-side boys put ya guns upPull out the knife cuz we gon' party till the law comesThem boys yellin' where they fromI represent tooThey throwin' game signsSee, I'm throwin' W's (Westside)I'm screamin' eighty-dubsI swear to God it's goin downI don't remember where I parkedAnd I'm stuck in townOne night in BaltimoreI bet ya never leaveMy boy I know I can't help it but to love these streetsC'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 sayI party like it's my birthdayDrinkin' and still thirsty [Hook x2]