Featuring: Fat Joe
Sheek Louch


[Chorus: LL Cool J]
We can chill up in the club, we can pop a little bub
We can chill up in the VIP

You can show a ^!$$% love, you can give me back rubs
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)

Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)


[Hook: LL Cool J (girl)]
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up)

One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up)
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up)
One-two, and pump it up


[LL Cool J]
They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas

If this ain't Vegas, let's pretend it's Vegas
I know what you up to, your skirt's outrageous
But I'm so $#&@ed up that I forgot what your name is

We can jump in my drop-head and pop the throttle
Live our lives for the moment, baby, $#&@ tomorrow
Kool-Aid smile on your face, popping a bottle

Like you had an !@($ and you hit the lotto
Throw ya hands in the sky, why, am I
So, damn fly, can't deny

My %#@!'s tight, gear, sit right
Ear, big ice, j-yeah, that's right
Lights are flashing, living life with passion

And if this was a movie, you would be perfect casting
You killing me slowly, baby, you're like an $$#assin
And you know that I'm married, so why

the $#&@ you keep asking



[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]

Now you can get with this or you can get with that
You wanna pop Crys', then you need to get with Crack
The whip's a 26 and the motor's in the back

I call it Big Meats cuz the %#@! is all black
Now you $#&@ing with Coco, baby, I'm the poster, baby
I'm a hustler's dream, you suppose to pay me

I was dope in the airness, now I stick crack
I stay fly, you seen a G four on smack, now listen
don't you wanna party with me?

Where the kush is blowing and the E is free
And the world is yours, it say it right on the blimp
And that yacht's so big, we gotta call it a ship, hey

Punks ^!$$%, gun in the palm, ^!$$%
Pop off, whenever it's on, ^!$$%
Not tonight, I wanna hear my song

And let Flex drops bombs when the
%#@! come on, let's get it


[Chorus]

[Sheek Louch]

Ok, Flex let Sheek on his Cool J %#@!
Levi's, black chuckers, hope the deuce deuce fit
Two-seater, little reefer, pass the old fever

Showing her what hip hop is
Todd Smith, G. Rap, ^!$$%, Kane and Biz
And if I talk L.O.X., I'm getting heavy sex

This early, imagine when it get to Flex
Toxic heavy, all black Chevy
Sheek got 'em wet, like somebody hit the levy's

I got a little Porsche, but the truck fit more
More goons, more chicks, when it's time to score
I'm straight out the door, boned from a raw

Swimming pool bottom of it, big as Shakur
V.I.P. cool, but the God at the bar
Partying, no shirts, tats over the scar
Ice in the sharper, come here, ma, I mean


[Chorus]