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Whoa Now

This song is by B. Rich.

Well were movin on up (movin on up)
To the eastside (movin on up)
To a de-luxe apartment in the sky
Movin on up (movin on up)
To the eastside (movin on up)
We finally got a piece of the pie

Watch these grrown men get it
And know fo sho
And get your back up off the wall
Andget your feet on the floor
You see the boy at the bar
With a glass so tall
When I'm done baby doll
Ima show you Baltimore
But right now we gunna party
Bacardi, gimme some more
Its off the rack
The club packed
I'm couped up
Like barn doors
Of course I do my two step
I drank to much
I'm busted up bad
I drop ashes in my cup
I had enough, they throwin' 'bows
See 'em swingin' them thangs
I got my arm around this smut game
Puttin' in work
Before we twurk, I gotta book somethin'
So baby stop frontin
I got the drank and the smoke
Ain't got to buy nothin'
I'm not bluffin
It's going down understand me
I like my birds nasty
I burst in them cats cage
Everythang (hook starts in background)
And you know what I came for
Right now
It's going down
Let me on the dance floor

Whoa NOW, that's what the old man say
I party like it's my birthday
Drinkin' until its Thursday
Whoa NOW, shorty gimme what you got
The spot kinda loud
And this shits gettin' hot (repeat)

I came to shake a load off
So take your clothes off
Mix drinks
Whattchu think
OJ and Smirnoff
I sip it all
HEY, what can I say
See I just got paid
So I'm feelin' this way
And I'm tryin' to get laid
I'm buying drinks and they love it
Beepers goin' cheaper
Gucci bag and Gucci buckets
Takin' shots for my cousin
He don't know how to act
Came straight out the 'Wood
In the club with a sack
Like what you know No Good?
Whud up dawg, ill give him that
The speakers is off the meter
You can't help but to clap
Can't help but to boogy
Get loose, but don't push me
We came so deep
And we all wear hoodies
All my 89 soldiers
What you doin' tonight?
And put your 8 and 9's up
You made enough for the night
Lets take a break (hook starts in background)
Lets spend some cake
You'll end up doin' your life
And you've been workin all week
So we gunna do it tonight

All my eastside boys
Put your guns up
Pull out the knives
'Cause we gunna party till the law comes
Them boys yellin' where they from
Ill represent too
The throw them gang signs
Ill throw the "W" (Westside!)
I'm screamin 89 that's the way
Its goin' down
I don't remember where I'm parked
Looks like were stuck in town
One night up in here, ill bet you'll never leave
I know I won't
I can't help it
Man, I love these streets

C'mon c'mon whoa now!

Chorus out

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