After the show it`s the after party
Then after the party it`s the hotel lobby
And after the Belve` then it`s probably Cris`
And after the original it`s probably this
(Fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, Fiesta

Remix with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, hoes do too
It`s the new 2 Live Crew, I suppose you knew
So thugs, pop yo` toasters but don`t approach us or
Bullets`ll chase you like Moet mimosas

Catch us both coasts, racin` twin Porsches
Boxes with glocks that`ll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest you`ve been warned
But ni**az don`t get the picture till the weapons is drawn
Make your way backstage, baby girl it`s on
And we`ll be drinkin` till six in the mornin`

In the back of the club with ma, ma
Poppin` bottles of Cris with ma, ma
Put the bar on the tab for ma, ma
Throwin` hundreds up for grabs for ma, ma
`Cause it`s about to go down tonight

I`ma be drinkin` till the early liz-ight
(That`s right)
Ni**a high like a muh`f**kin` ki-zite
Take three honies just to make me feel ri-zight
My, my, my, my
It`s what they all say when they see the frozen ice
They say, my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big things rollin` b-zy

While y`all gotta club, they done f**kin` `wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin`, "Kelly, have you seen her?"
Yeah, she wit` me on the low
Gettin` high off the `dro, got her knees on the flo`

Fiesta, Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta

Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta

Switchin` lanes in my Six in the `burbs
I met a girl named Tasha in the `burbs
Took the hood then I moved it to the `burbs
Now no more sheriffs or polices in the `burbs
(That`s right)

And we about to tear this club up
Don`t worry `bout expenses `cause I got that sho` nuff
Ready to BOO knock `em fresh outta jizzail
I need some woo from all the honey`s on the DL

I said, my, my, my, my
(Yeah)
It`s what them thugs yellin` when the strippers on the pi-zoles
They say, my, my, my, my
(Yeah)
Got Kisha yellin` from that up and down shi-zow

While y`all gotta club, they done f**kin` `wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin`, "Kelly have you seen her?"
Yeah, she wit` me on the low
Gettin` high off the `dro, got her knees on the flo`

Fiesta

I put the big body up, come through in a Rover
Not only Kelly and Gotti, it`s Boo and Hova
Pop Cris if you like, my ice glist` in the light
I`m wit` Roc-Land right, so I`m rich for life

I`m like Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the gates and forget the key?
I`m the one God chose so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that ecstasy

Aiiyo I come through stunnin`, plus I`m gettin` blunted
In the new six-hundred with the big rims on it
We rock rocks that`ll light ya shoulders
Gotta lotta hot cars but the drops is colder
(Ah)

You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov`
Drinkin` Cris` like its H2O
All we do is spend cheese cause we love the dough
Mami roll more trees before it`s time to go
C`mon

If you got cash money then you feel this s**t
And if you rollin` on them things then you feel this s**t
If you drunk off in the club then you feel this s**t
If you see a motherf**kin` thug then you feel this s**t

If you smokin` on some `dro then you feel this s**t
And if you off that ecstasy you gots to feel this s**t
If you sippin` on some Cris` you gots to feel this s**t
And if you throwin` up and s**t, you gots to feel this s**t
Fiesta

Fiesta
Fiesta
Fiesta
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