It's party time! Woooahh it's party time!
Havin a party c'mon
Yeah yeah Tray Lee nigga ByStorm (ByStorm)
Ain't no mystery (hah ByStorm)
RNF to death (hah ByStorm)
We just one step beyond (RNF no doubt) hey hey
Yeah (check it out) check it out (c'mon ah hah)
Check it out (c'mon ah hah) check it out (c'mon ah hah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew
And everywhere that my crew go
And every hoe that my crew know
And every show that my crew blow
You know we get down, you know we get down
Verse One: Tracey Lee
Hey this is how we get down with no question
Trees in the V.I.P. section, Big Sun sippin on French Connections
Dashin, decked in the latest fashions
Flashin, niggaz spendin tax free cash, ten G stash
Son leavin the club scene smashed, hah
Ass in abundance, run with a sick type
click with mics get in your shit life
so better make sure your shit's tight
When I bomb, shit is worldwide like dot.com
Known to rock swarms, get up in that ass like
Dong Strongarm in the place at alarming rates
Got a fifth and that's all it takes
for me to flip won't slip
Try to front on and get your fronts chipped
Runnin chicks home in plush whips, get a duck sick
Let it be known we got a song that don't quit
Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew
And every hoe that my crew know
Like Tonya, Michelle, and Nicky
And every show that my crew blow
Like the Apollo, or BET
And everywhere that my crew go
Like Philly, New York, or DC
You know we get down, you know we get down
Verse Two: Tr
