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Tracey Lee - The Theme (The After Party Remix) lyrics

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 sh** discretely (ha)
In teams of six, I'ma hit at least three
Completely dipped in the fly sh**
This happens when you f** 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 n***as 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

[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 sh** now
You know we get dowwwwn, whoaaaa

[Pirates of the Reepz]
Uh-huh, you know Pi wanna tap that a**
Uh-huh, can you feel me smackin that a**
Uh-huh, lipstick press left on the wine gla**
Tree scented when you by-pa**
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?
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Tray and Pi got a crew to leave your team paralyzed
Whoa - same show, that sh** is mo' betta
We gettin mo' chedda plus the script is mo' clever
If sis wanna get it in the club n***a 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


It's party time.. whoa, it's party time
Havin a parrrrty..

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, whylin for the night 'til everybody pa**ed out
Just clap yo' hands get up on the dancefloor baby and spread yo' a** 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' a**
Like my n***a Antonio Banderas
I'm bout to jet-propel it, bomb-shell it
sh** on the world and make you all smell it
Now what da f** is goin on here?
Jump back, wiggle and break and watch the a** shake
Academy fill up the whole capacity
Who has the audacity? Suffer severe blows
Of lyrical a**ault and battery, go 'head TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES
sh** be hot to d**h, hold your breath (hoo)
Flipmode n***as and RNF
Makin you wave your hands from right to left
Busta Rhymes and Tracey Lee
Be like Jim Kelly and Bruce Lee - n***a you wanna fight?
All those who wanna front and deny my n***a
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!


[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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