[Intro: Fabolous]
  Hey-hey-hey yo [3x]
  F-A-B
  Hey-hey-hey yo [2x]
  F-A-B
  Hey-hey-hey yo [2x]
    [Verse: Fabolous]
  Ain't no tellin' what this hip lowered do to me
  I'm feelin' like I can do what I want now
  Dip-low immunity
  Shorty! just shake your hips slow and move wit me
  Take a hit a this and sip slow and thoroughly
  You're sneakin' out on your man, tip-toein' to the V
  Cause I know you got him whipped though like wannabe
  Let's put on a live strip show just you and me
  But girl, I'm lookin' at them lips though like who is he?
  They ain't never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry
  So when I ask "you wanna leave the zip-code?"
  Say "sure" and be me
    [Chorus 1: Fabolous]
  But this is my party
  Stroll by if you want to
  Or ya'll can stay home
  But why would you want to?
    [Verse: Fabolous]
  We gon' party, till we laid in graves
  Sweat out our doobie braids and waves
  Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
  That groupie made her wait
  Cause when she seen the whips and chains
  She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon
    [Chorus 2: Fabolous (2x)]
  This is my party
  So get fly if you want to
  Get high if you want to cause I know you want to
  Put your hands up as high as you want to
  And if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
    [Verse: Fabolous]
  I don't know about y'all
  But we doin' it over here
  All the glasses got liquid that brewin' it over here
  Cigars got somethin' sticky that's glueing it over here
  Ladies movin' it over there, movin' it over here
  I can fit a few in a Rover's rear
  We havin' a good time, don't ruin it overs this
  You see why we asks is to see ID
  Cause girls will do anything for some VIP access
  Me I relax this (easy)
  Cause I'm used to ballin'
  You could tell that these guys need practice
  But if it was a problem then I would confront you
  You saying "over" bet ya I say "you want to"
  But a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put
  I ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look
  Would you believe most these bitches go bop up shook
  Their asses pokin' out like them pictures in pop up books
    [Chorus 2]
    [Verse: Fabolous]
  Oh yea! We's off the Richter Scale
  Hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell
  If the ladies would show it off and thick as hell
  For my hustlers knockin' off them bricks as well
  And everybody, up north that's sick in jail
  I probably feel y'all, send you all of the flicks in mail
  The Street Family speed off six SL's
  To all them chicks at Yale "hey-hey-hey-hey yo"
  Shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well
  Shake your ass back and forth as quick as hell
  And just from lookin' at them thighs from the front view
  Girl I know that these guys say they want you
  If I wake up in the sand, clothes from yesterday
  Same hoes from yesterday
  Lightin' clips to the same dro' from yesterday
  Her hang-overs yesterday
  You ain't mistaken we in Benz's today
  But we had them Range Rovers yesterday
    [Chorus 2]
    [Outro: Fabolous (to fade)]
  Hey-hey-hey yo...
  Hey-hey-hey yo...