Tekster: R. Kelly. Fiesta (Original Version).

After the show it's the after party
Then after the party it's the hotel lobby
And after the Belve' then it's probably Cris'
And after the original it's probably this
(Fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, Fiesta

Remix with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live Crew, I suppose you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters but don't approach us or
Bullets'll chase you like Moet mimosas

Catch us both coasts, racin' twin Porsches
Boxes with glocks that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest you've been warned
But niggaz don't get the picture till the weapons is drawn
Make your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' till six in the mornin'

In the back of the club with ma, ma
Poppin' bottles of Cris with ma, ma
Put the bar on the tab for ma, ma
Throwin' hundreds up for grabs for ma, ma
'Cause it's about to go down tonight

I'ma be drinkin' till the early liz-ight
(That's right)
Nigga high like a muh'fuckin' ki-zite
Take three honies just to make me feel ri-zight
My, my, my, my
It's what they all say when they see the frozen ice
They say, my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big things rollin' b-zy

While y'all gotta club, they done fuckin' 'wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin', "Kelly, have you seen her?"
Yeah, she wit' me on the low
Gettin' high off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo'

Fiesta, Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta

Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta

Switchin' lanes in my Six in the 'burbs
I met a girl named Tasha in the 'burbs
Took the hood then I moved it to the 'burbs
Now no more sheriffs or polices in the 'burbs
(That's right)

And we about to tear this club up
Don't worry 'bout expenses 'cause I got that sho' nuff
Ready to BOO knock 'em fresh outta jizzail
I need some woo from all the honey's on the DL

I said, my, my, my, my
(Yeah)
It's what them thugs yellin' when the strippers on the pi-zoles
They say, my, my, my, my
(Yeah)
Got Kisha yellin' from that up and down shi-zow

While y'all gotta club, they done fuckin' 'wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin', "Kelly have you seen her?"
Yeah, she wit' me on the low
Gettin' high off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo'

Fiesta

I put the big body up, come through in a Rover
Not only Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova
Pop Cris if you like, my ice glist' in the light
I'm wit' Roc-Land right, so I'm rich for life

I'm like Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the gates and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that ecstasy

Aiiyo I come through stunnin', plus I'm gettin' blunted
In the new six-hundred with the big rims on it
We rock rocks that'll light ya shoulders
Gotta lotta hot cars but the drops is colder
(Ah)

You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Drinkin' Cris' like its H2O
All we do is spend cheese cause we love the dough
Mami roll more trees before it's time to go
C'mon

If you got cash money then you feel this shit
And if you rollin' on them things then you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the club then you feel this shit
If you see a motherfuckin' thug then you feel this shit

If you smokin' on some 'dro then you feel this shit
And if you off that ecstasy you gots to feel this shit
If you sippin' on some Cris' you gots to feel this shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you gots to feel this shit
Fiesta

Fiesta
Fiesta
Fiesta
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