Teddy Roxpin - Bicardi Up lyrics

Voodoo World! Yeah! Bicardi! Put Ya Bicardi Up/ East Side, Put Ya Bicardi Up/ West Side, Put Ya Bicardi Up/ South Side, Put Ya Bicardi Up/ World Wide, Put Ya Bicardi Up/ Verse 1: Throw me on in the club, guaranteed to make em dance/ We don't stand around homie, like Dro we shoulder lean/ Mami's looking s**y with the makeup by Maybelline/ Living the life they wish, homie my life's a dream/ These haters gon' always hate/ Like Rocko, "I'm Doing Me"/ Swagger on a million, legit no rip off/ These s**as got it twisted, backwards like Kris Kross/ All they do is commentate, bunch of Eric Bischoff's/ Got the internet buzzing, these lil bustas pissed off/ Like Nicholas Cage, ready for any "Face Off"/ Boston Bruin homie, get, getting his cake up/ Voodoo World got next, fingers up to the haters/ Let em talk that filth, homie we getting paper/ s**a we straight ballin, the club is on and poppin/ Going hard all day, you know the haters watching/ This Voodoo wave like d**, coming up from Boston/ Chorus: Put ya Bicardi up, pull ya cash out/ Stunt on them pos', show them what you about/ Do ya thing baby, wit ya stilettos on/ GO GO GO, girl, get it on/ Pop that bottle, mama get, get in the zone/ This that hit, Voodoo World baby we on/ Live ya life, rock out, until ya gone/ Tell the haters, take a picture with they camera phone/ Verse: 2 They ask why I go hard, that's how I came out papa/ Blowing on that ganga, that kush real proper/ Sonning you s**as, call me God, worship the father/ Wanna compete, s**a I, I wouldn't bother/ My Voodoo world army, drowning em like tsunami/ Eating these s**as up pastrami, salami/ I'm on a roll homie, like a fiend doing Ecstasy/ It ain't my fault homie, ya girl wanna be next to me/ Kissing me, feeling me, seducing me s**ually/ They treat me like a cure, like Bicardi is the remedy/ Pocket full of celery, a player like Bellamy/ Forget these phony characters that grew up on Sesame/ We get the club jumping with that rock star energy/ Voodoo World, Bicardi, number one Public Enemy/ All through the jealousy, I'm crushing all these centipedes/ I put it on my mama, world this really ain't the end of me/ Chorus: Put ya Bicardi up, pull ya cash out/ Stunt on them pos', show them what you about/ Do ya thing baby wit ya stilettos on/ GO GO GO, girl, get it on/ Pop that bottle, mama get, get in the zone/ This that hit, Voodoo World baby we on/ Live ya life, rock out, until ya gone/ Tell the haters, take a picture with they camera phone/ Bridge: Put ya shades on, wave the haters goodbye/ Rock'em all day, rock out all night/ Living my life, that's what I'm bout If you ain't talking money, then s**a I'm out/ X2