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It's party time! Woooahh  it's party time! 
Havin a party  c'mon 

Yeah yeah  Tray Lee nigga  ByStorm (ByStorm) 
Ain't no mystery (hah  ByStorm) 
RNF to death (hah  ByStorm) 
We just one step beyond (RNF no doubt)  hey  hey 
Yeah (check it out)  check it out (c'mon  ah hah) 
Check it out (c'mon  ah hah) check it out (c'mon  ah hah) 
Yeah  yeah  yeah  yeah  yeah  yeah  yeah 

Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew 

And everywhere that my crew go 
And every hoe that my crew know 
And every show that my crew blow 
You know we get down, you know we get down 

Verse One: Tracey Lee 

Hey this is how we get down with no question 
Trees in the V.I.P. section, Big Sun sippin on French Connections 
Dashin, decked in the latest fashions 
Flashin, niggaz spendin tax free cash, ten G stash 
Son leavin the club scene smashed, hah 
Ass in abundance, run with a sick type 
click with mics get in your shit life 
so better make sure your shit's tight 
When I bomb, shit is worldwide like dot.com 
Known to rock swarms, get up in that ass like 
Dong Strongarm in the place at alarming rates 
Got a fifth and that's all it takes 
for me to flip won't slip 
Try to front on and get your fronts chipped 
Runnin chicks home in plush whips, get a duck sick 
Let it be known we got a song that don't quit 

Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew 

And every hoe that my crew know 
Like Tonya, Michelle, and Nicky 
And every show that my crew blow 
Like the Apollo, or BET 
And everywhere that my crew go 
Like Philly, New York, or DC 
You know we get down, you know we get down 

Verse Two: Tracey Lee 

Yeah this is how we get down with no question 
Run up in a chicken's midsection, boom I rock on 
from marathons to quick sessions 
Menage-a-trois, killin your whole crew 
with at least sixteen bars like MC's supposed to 
A real MC, take you, to School like D 
I'm Kool like G, in Rap, I use the mic, to rule like a pharoah 
Dipped in my Nike apparel, you know we get down 
Bad to the bone like marrow chicks 
Crack your boom, Tray gets played from the plat the greatest tune 
Philly's in here, been here, lyrics they win here 
Why did you go there? I swear 
RNF tears the things like that 
We breakin your team up like a salary cap, and it don't stop 
until I get the cream like Shaq 
Seventeen mil annual, flammable 

Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew 

And every hoe that my crew know 
Like Tasha, Yvette, or Sha-See 
And every show that my crew blow 
Like the Palladium or MTV 
And everywhere that my crew go 
Like Atlanta, LA, or Jersey 
You know we get down, you know we get down 

It's party time 
Ohhhhh yeah, it's party time, havin a party, c'mon 
(repeat 2X) 

Verse Three: Tracey Lee 

So with no question, hey, lyrics get etched in 
stone destined to be, y'all niggaz Jonesin 
A threat when, in the zone get protection 
duke the best in, my profession 
When I ride loops like a stretch Benz, heads get laced 
D-Dot keep the chrome cocked, just in case 
Tracey Lee rocks son I'm chosen 
Whenever we got this party scene live it's frozen 
Whoaaa, time to close in on those who be dozen 
Not tryin to hear it, without wine and spirit 
Shows continue to blow the venue 
With flows that's sicked than influ-enza 
Roll with a squad that injures pretenders 
I'm pullin your card, so surrender 
Bombard your agenda, at last RNF stash 
with more pitch slaughterin, so we be the new world order in 

Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew 

And everywhere that my crew go 
And every hoe that my crew know 
And every show that my crew blow 
You know we get down, you know we get down 
(repeat 2X)

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