Ma$e, Harlem World - One Big Fiesta lyrics

All Out, we don't stop
We don't don't stop
All Out, we don't stop
We don't don't stop
All Out, make it hot, don't stop, c'mon
C'mon, Harlem World make it hot
Don't stop c'mon all Out, All Out

Yo, yo, i'm the perfect example of
A chick that's classy
Flashy, sassy, papparazzi don't harrass me
Move too swift for y'all chicks to pass me
Anything y'all wanna know, come ask me
How come when I'm in the
Street or a open place
Everybody scopin' Stase like I
Got a open case anything you gotta say to me
You can say to me, it's Baby Stase
The more I make, the more they hate
See, I might as well admit it
Everybody wanna hit it
Cuz I got a clean record not
To mean you see me naked, check it
I don't know what's wrong with these cats
It's 'bout to be a setback
In this game called rap, see
I was once told, Harlem World don't fold
We 'bout to drop a flow the world can hold
Seem like while I'm seeing Platinum
Everybody sayin' Gold
The world really see what happens
When my click unfold

1 - We're going to party, fiesta (All Out)
And stay fly, foreva
C'mon, c'mon Harlem World can't go wrong

We're going to party, fiesta (All Out)
And stay fly, foreva
C'mon, c'mon Harlem World can't go wrong

Yo, Harlem World is who I'm runnin wit
(yeah, honeys wit' it)
See the size of my money clip?
(Now, I'm on the funny tip)
I know you hate me, hate Mase
Cuz you make papes
And got girls in like 48 states (48 states)
But kickin' the women who
Wear the straight face
While y'all cats wild out and 'bout
To get a rape case
But why player hate? Cuz I sex
Girls and they say I'm great
You bust one tank, can't even stay awake
Not now, we gon' talk on a later day
What you think? You can hold Blink? Uh uh
I got a gold link with
More ice than cold drinks
So, playa get to that
And keep your chick in tact
She says your sex was whack
Cuz I'd twist her back
And everytime I kick my rap
Man I stick to facts (All Out)
But when my trees wasn't sellin'
I switch to Jack c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Yo, yo, yo, I need a wifee
Chipped up lightly you stay in the thong
I'mma stay where the ice be
Indian givin', got Caribbean women
Willin' to have everything like
Me and my children (All Out)
So, dear, front of the billin'
Hundreds in the ceiling
Tank tops in the drop
Cuz I'm one of them villain
Cook for me, come open a book for me
Shook the key, your whole look hooked me
With her legs tied up, eggs sunny side up
No cash in the stash get that money right up
(c'mon, c'mon) see, all girls love me
Can't get nothing from me
I stay in the Mall
Spendin' rich chicks' money
Tricked on her friend so her
Friend wanna fuck me
That one named Huddy, W dot Huddy
W dot Huddy
W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy

All Out jM
Can't forget Queen Bee Records l O X
Money Power & Respect ruff Ryder
Yeah, DMX can't forget So So Def
Bad Boy suave House
Yeah, kid, Harlem on the rise
And you don't want no problem with us guys
Neptune, keep the beat bangin'
Uh, you don't stop queen Bee
Junior Mafia what what what what what
All Out, All Out, All Out, All Out