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Текст песни B-Rich - Whoa Now

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[The Jeffersons - TV theme]We`re movin` on upTo the east side (We`re movin` on up)To a deluxe apartment in the skyWe`re movin` on up (We`re movin` on up)To the east side (We`re movin` on up)We finally got a piece of the pie[Verse 1]Watch these grown men get it, know fo` sho`Yo, get your back up off the wall and get your feet on the floorYou see the boy at the bar wit the glass so tallWhen I`m done baby dogg I`ma show you BaltimoreRight now we gon` party, Bacardi give me some moreIt`s off the rack the club packed, I`m two-cut like two doorsOf course I do my two-step, I give `em too muchI mustered up bad, I drop ashes in my cupI had enough they throwin` bows, see they swingin and shitI got my arm around this smut dame, puttin` in workBefore we merk I got to book somethin`So baby stop frontin`I got the drink and the smokeAin`t got to buy nothin`Not bluffin, it`s goin` down understand meI like my birds nasty, I burst in them cashmeresEverything, and you know what I came forRight now it`s goin` down, let me on the dance floor[Hook - repeat 2X]Whoa now, that`s what the old heads say I party like it`s my birthday, drinkin and still thirstyWhoa now, shorty give me what you gotThe spot kinda live and I see you gettin hot[Verse 2]I came to shake a load off, so take your coat offMixed drinks what you think, OJ and SmirnoffI sip it all - hey, what can I saySee I just got paid so I`m feelin` the swig and I`m tryin` get laidI`m buyin` drinks and they love itDivas growin` cheaperGucci bag Gucci bucketTakin` shots from my cousinHe don` know how to actCame straight out the woodsAnd the club wit a sackLike what you know no goodBut I know I pimp nastySneakers is off the meterYou can`t help wit the clapCan`t help but the boogieGet loose but don`t push meWe came so deepAnd we`re all wearin` hoodiesAll my eighty-dime soldiersWhat you doin` tonightNow, put yo eight-dimes upYou made enough for the nightLet`s take a breakLet`s spend some cakeYou ain`t enjoyin` your lifeYo, we been workin` all weekSo we gon` do it tonightCome on[Hook][Verse 3]All my east-side boys put ya guns upPull out the knife cuz we gon` party till the law comesThem boys yellin` where they from, I represent tooThey throwin gang signs; see, I`m throwin` W`s (Westside)I`m screamin 80 dimes, I swear to God it`s goin downI don`t remember where I parked, and I`m stuck in townOne night in BaltimoreI bet ya never leaveMy boy I know I can`t help it but to love these streetsC`mon (We finally got a-)C`mon, c`mon (We finally-)C`mon, whoa now (We finally got a piece of the-)C`mon, c`mon, whoa now (We finally-)Whoa now (We finally-)C`mon, c`mon, whoa now (We-we finally got a piece of the pie)That`s what the old heads sayI party like it`s my birthdayDrinkin` and still thirsty [Hook]

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