2 Rude - 416/905 (T.O. Party Anthem) lyrics

[Maestro] Who be the brother with the harder rap, sippin' coniac You catch a heart attack, rest your cardiac I'm takin' over the game, like black quaterbacks And guaranteed to put Toronto on the party map Mr. Maes' in the flash, out to make a splash Take Tyra to the bank, make Stacey wanna dash Seen the gate open, I'll be there went it closes Black Moses, slashing guns from the roses Misdemeanor, blown up like Hiroshima I love hip-hop like Scarface loved Gina You're appluading this, astrologist Words flex like a nidlest I'm writin' words like a Novelist Paragraph's gonna bury ya Make the dance floor move like Jamiriquai Get out the area Take another blast of this nastiness, you blasphamis Adversaries, they master this Stylin', I'm a splash you, when I crash through (Maestro's on the radio) Crash crew knows I'm funky Female rappers wanna hump me Salt jumped me, I made Pepa wanna bungee Knowing that my jams legit, banking chips Fort Langdon chicks, love to see me in spankin' whips Proper, I was the one who told Mase Save Mariah with the chopper, certified Cheif Rocka [Hook: Maestro, LaToya & Miranda] 416 to the 905 Put your hands up in the air, move 'em side to side (We don't stop y'all, can't stop y'all, ah T-dot y'all, we make it hot y'all) And everybody in the place from east to west Put your hands up in the air, move 'em right to left (We gonna rock y'all, to the top y'all, you gotta..) Come on, come on [Maestro] Yo yo yo I put the afro in the desiac, you're feelin' that Fans say "Wes, yo, where's the CD at?" Makin' sure the deal's phat s**ers try to flex, breakin' necks Leave 'em bleedin' like a hemophyliac Peep the way the Wes mingle, Toronto s** symbol Honey jingle, dancin' to the next single They be lovin' when I'm jammin' 'em Wham bam, thank you ma'am Knock 'em out, Rocky 3, Club Rolagin' 'em Bringin' ma** to the media, thedia Rhymes iller than boulemia, laced with luekemia Causin' pandemonium Mad Sedonians know, I'm showin 'em How to rock the auditorium Vocally, I get high like Method Man and Reggie Noble be Poetry, laced with my potency Deadly with the loose leaf, 2-Rude produced beats I chill out, ease back, like Kool Kieth [Hook] [LaToya & Miranda] Come on and do it Do it Yeah, come on, right Come on and do it What you wanna do? Unh, what you gonna do? Come on and do it What you gonna do? Maestro, what you gonna do? [Maestro] I got all these beats and a rhyme's attatched Formin' a creation you just can't match 2-Rude got the rythym, and I rock mics We takin' airpline flights, at huge heights We make it hot like a suana More dope than marijuana Metaphors got kick like Maradona Like King Solomon, when I start polyin' The whole metropolitan will start followin' (the mad flavor kicker) Script flipper, rockin' on the higher set Watch how hot the fire get I score wit' crazy chicks Get 'em open like a Martin Scorcese flick Then I split to another spot (where?) T to the dot, O to the 'nother dot Know who makes the party hot [Hook]