TRACEY LEE

TRACEY LEE - The Theme (The After Party Remix) lyrics

rate me

(feat. Busta Rhymes, Pirate of the Reepz)

It ain't over (ha) it ain't over, the party's not over

C'mon.. hah huh, what

Huh, party ain't over, what, hah

Bystorm.. RNF no doubt, RNF no doubt

Flipmode.. Tray Lee..

[Tracey Lee]

Some theme music, after party; startin from the hotel lobby

Lift from the fifth is how the squad be

Toss pullin chicks and shit discretely (ha)

In teams of six, I'ma hit at least three

Completely dipped in the fly shit

This happens when you fuck with a winner (Bystorm)

An RNF member; contenders wanna advance

but chances is slimmer than dinner

A key figure, Tray Lee the Hennesey swigger

but scheme to get the cream quicker

Why niggaz wanna come with it

all knowin the flow stay acidic; it's bugged

Let's get down, debut number one with a slug

Keepin the hip-hop theme drugged

If you like it hot say what? (What?)

People throw your Mo' up in the air and show love

C'mon

[Chorus: Tracey Lee]

Let's get up, let's get down

People get lifted now - Reepz and Busta

With Tray Lee don't quit now

You know we get dowwwwn, c'mon

Let's get up, let's get down

People get lifted now - Reepz and Busta

With Tray Lee ahh shit now

You know we get dowwwwn, whoaaaa

[Pirates of the Reepz]

Uh-huh, you know Pi wanna tap that ass

Uh-huh, can you feel me smackin that ass

Uh-huh, lipstick press left on the wine glass

Tree scented when you by-pass

Standard procedure's the third leg stance

in downward position like permanent creases

The Reepz get deeper down and explode

Flip like acrobats and Flipmode

Seven-six-three (huh) RNF go (huh)

Busta (what the deal dunn) Mr. Tray Lee (what?)

Show these MC's how it's supposed to be

Supposedly, they don't know the meaning of we

[Tracey Lee]

Now it's been many wack MC's after me, wanna die?

Tray and Pi got a crew to leave your team paralyzed

Whoa - same show, that shit is mo' betta

We gettin mo' chedda plus the script is mo' clever

If sis wanna get it in the club nigga let her

Spread her like an STD, most def we be

deadly remain treed in the same PV

with Nash and the Flipmode entourage, c'mon

[Chorus]

It's party time.. whoa, it's party time

Havin a parrrrty..

[Busta Rhymes]

Yo, whylin for the night 'til everybody passed out

Just clap yo' hands get up on the dancefloor baby and spread yo' ass out

Let me all between the creases

Masterpieces, bang new releases

Big up my sons nephews and my nieces

Busta Rhymes comin in and bustin yo' ass

like my nigga Antonio Banderas

I'm bout to jet-propel it, bomb-shell it

Shit on the world and make you all smell it

Now what da fuck is goin on here?

Jump back, wiggle and break and watch the ass shake

Academy fill up the whole capacity

Who has the audacity? Suffer severe blows

of lyrical assault and battery, go 'head TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES

Shit be hot to death, hold your breath (hoo)

Flipmode niggaz and RNF

Makin you wave your hands from right to left

Busta Rhymes and Tracey Lee

be like Jim Kelly and Bruce Lee - nigga you wanna fight?

All those who wanna front and deny my nigga

Pi about to open yo' eye and make yo' body fry

Bystorm I'm sayin FUCK LUKEWARM!

We keep it hot, Tray Lee and Bust' creamin on the same song!

[Chorus]

[Pirates of the Reepz]

Yeah, Tray Lee you don't stop

Big Nash you don't stop

Ha, Flipmode you don't stop

Ha, RNF you don't stop

Ha, Tray Lee you don't stop

Ha, (?) you don't stop

Ha, D-Dot you don't stop

Ha, Mark Pitts you don't stop

Universal, you don't stop

Keep it goin now, you don't stop

C'mon, yeah, you don't stop [fades]

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