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 C'mon [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? 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 [Chorus] 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 fu*k LUKEWARM! We keep it hot, Tray Lee and Bust' creamin on the same song! [Chorus] [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*}