Maestro Fresh Wes, Miranda!, Latoya - 416/905 (T.O. Party Anthem) lyrics
Miranda! [Ale Sergi, Juliana Gattas] Buenos Aires, Argentina
[Maestro Fresh Wes, Miranda!, Latoya - 416/905 T.O. Party Anthem lyrics]
Who be the brother with the harder rap
Sippin' coniac
You catch a heart attack, rest your cardiac
I'm takin' over the game
Like black quaterbacks
And guaranteed to put Toronto
On the party map
Mr maes' in the flash, out to make a splash
Take Tyra to the bank, make Stacey wanna dash
Seen the gate open
I'll be there went it closes
Black Moses, slashing guns from the roses
Misdemeanor, blown up like Hiroshima
I love Hip-Hop like Scarface loved Gina
You're appluading this, astrologist
Words flex like a nidlest
I'm writin' words like a Novelist
Paragraph's gonna bury ya
Make the dance floor move like Jamiriquai
Get out the area
Take another blast of this nastiness
You blasphamis adversaries, they master this
Stylin', I'm a splash you
When I crash through
(Maestro's on the radio)
Crash crew knows I'm funky
Female rappers wanna hump me
Salt jumped me, I made Pepa wanna bungee
Knowing that my jams legit, banking chips
Sri Lankan chicks
Love to see me in spankin' whips
Proper, I was the one who told Mase
Save Mariah with the chopper
Certified Cheif Rocka 416 to the 905
Put your hands up in the air
Move 'em side to side
(We don't stop y'all, can't stop
Y'all, ah T dot y'all, we make it hot y'all)
And everybody in the place from east to west
Put your hands up in the air
Move 'em right to left
(We gonna rock y'all, to the top y'all
You gotta) come on, come on
Yo yo yo i put the afro in the desiac
You're feelin' that
Fans say "Wes, yo, where's the CD at?"
Makin' sure the deal's phat
Suckers try to flex, breakin' necks
Leave 'em bleedin' like a hemophyliac
Peep the way the Wes mingle
Toronto sex symbol
Honey jingle, dancin' to the next single
They be lovin' when I'm jammin' 'em
Wham bam, thank you ma'am
Knock 'em out, Rocky 3, Club Rolagin' 'em
Bringin' mass to the media, thedia
Rhymes iller than boulemia
Laced with luekemia causin' pandemonium
Mad Sedonians know, I'm showin 'em
How to rock the auditorium
Vocally, I get high like Method
Man and Reggie Noble be
Poetry, laced with my potency
Deadly with the loose leaf
2-Rude produced beats
I chill out, ease back, like Kool Kieth
Come on and do it do it
Yeah, come on, right come on and do it
What you wanna do? Unh, what you gonna do?
Come on and do it what you gonna do?
Maestro, what you gonna do?
I got all these beats and a rhyme's attatched
Formin' a creation you just can't match
2-Rude got the rythym, and I rock mics
We takin' airpline flights, at huge heights
We make it hot like a suana
More dope than marijuana
Metaphors got kick like Maradona
Like King Solomon, when I start polyin'
The whole metropolitan will start followin'
(the mad flavor kicker)
Script flipper, rockin' on the higher set
Watch how hot the fire get
I score wit' crazy chicks
Get 'em open like a Martin Scorcese flick
Then I split to another spot (where?)
T to the dot, O to the 'nother dot
Know who makes the party hot
Sippin' coniac
You catch a heart attack, rest your cardiac
I'm takin' over the game
Like black quaterbacks
And guaranteed to put Toronto
On the party map
Mr maes' in the flash, out to make a splash
Take Tyra to the bank, make Stacey wanna dash
Seen the gate open
I'll be there went it closes
Black Moses, slashing guns from the roses
Misdemeanor, blown up like Hiroshima
I love Hip-Hop like Scarface loved Gina
You're appluading this, astrologist
Words flex like a nidlest
I'm writin' words like a Novelist
Paragraph's gonna bury ya
Make the dance floor move like Jamiriquai
Get out the area
Take another blast of this nastiness
You blasphamis adversaries, they master this
Stylin', I'm a splash you
When I crash through
(Maestro's on the radio)
Crash crew knows I'm funky
Female rappers wanna hump me
Salt jumped me, I made Pepa wanna bungee
Knowing that my jams legit, banking chips
Sri Lankan chicks
Love to see me in spankin' whips
Proper, I was the one who told Mase
Save Mariah with the chopper
Certified Cheif Rocka 416 to the 905
Put your hands up in the air
Move 'em side to side
(We don't stop y'all, can't stop
Y'all, ah T dot y'all, we make it hot y'all)
And everybody in the place from east to west
Put your hands up in the air
Move 'em right to left
(We gonna rock y'all, to the top y'all
You gotta) come on, come on
Yo yo yo i put the afro in the desiac
You're feelin' that
Fans say "Wes, yo, where's the CD at?"
Makin' sure the deal's phat
Suckers try to flex, breakin' necks
Leave 'em bleedin' like a hemophyliac
Peep the way the Wes mingle
Toronto sex symbol
Honey jingle, dancin' to the next single
They be lovin' when I'm jammin' 'em
Wham bam, thank you ma'am
Knock 'em out, Rocky 3, Club Rolagin' 'em
Bringin' mass to the media, thedia
Rhymes iller than boulemia
Laced with luekemia causin' pandemonium
Mad Sedonians know, I'm showin 'em
How to rock the auditorium
Vocally, I get high like Method
Man and Reggie Noble be
Poetry, laced with my potency
Deadly with the loose leaf
2-Rude produced beats
I chill out, ease back, like Kool Kieth
Come on and do it do it
Yeah, come on, right come on and do it
What you wanna do? Unh, what you gonna do?
Come on and do it what you gonna do?
Maestro, what you gonna do?
I got all these beats and a rhyme's attatched
Formin' a creation you just can't match
2-Rude got the rythym, and I rock mics
We takin' airpline flights, at huge heights
We make it hot like a suana
More dope than marijuana
Metaphors got kick like Maradona
Like King Solomon, when I start polyin'
The whole metropolitan will start followin'
(the mad flavor kicker)
Script flipper, rockin' on the higher set
Watch how hot the fire get
I score wit' crazy chicks
Get 'em open like a Martin Scorcese flick
Then I split to another spot (where?)
T to the dot, O to the 'nother dot
Know who makes the party hot