Paroles de The Theme (New York) de DJ Webstar, Wyclef Jean, Smoke DZA, Maino, Red Cafe, Goodz

Hey you say New York City
Hey you say New York City
It's party time
Oh is party time
Having a party
DJ Webstar
Oh come on!


[Refrain]
How many ladies came in here?
Put your own money, hands in the air
This year, Yeah yeah
Hands in the air, hands in the air, hands in the air
This year, yeah yeah
Hands in the air, put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air like you really ..
Hoes staring at me like there ain't no Minaj thing
.. got a joystick, whip it like a target
You don't strapped up, guess I'm ready for the party,
Big to be bimples, hoppin out the Denzel,
Wife bitch drunk hands, screaming f*ck nino,
Bitches looking thirsty, glad that ..
Hand on the ass like she ain't just met me,
Boy looking .. like, she ain't just let me
Her friends in the club like, she ain't just text me,
Niggas know I'm about that, throwin' another round back,
Who was outfront, I was .. bumping up that
Groupies, models, .. bottles.

[Refrain]
How many ladies came in here?
Put your own money, hands in the air
Put your hands up ..
This year, Yeah yeah
Put your hands up, put your hands up
Hands in the air, hands in the air, hands in the air
This year (is my year), yeah yeah
Hands in the air, put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air

This is how we get down with no question,
She arose to the VIP section,
Hoes wonder why we ran .. laughing
Addicted to ladies fashion staggin
If I .. the Benz with the best ..
I told em extra six, panorama the ..
She taking action flix, for the camera he flossin
Dubbed the .. got the hammer we're causin
New York in the house, watch ..
And then I've been a hundred gran I keep poppin outs,
And they sayin they ain't trickin' if they got it,
Well I got it, what you're tryin to do to find it

[Refrain]
How many ladies came in here?
Put your own money, hands in the air
Put your hands up ..
This year, Yeah yeah
Put your hands up,
Hands in the air, hands in the air, hands in the air
This year (is my year), yeah yeah
Hands in the air, put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air

Red bone let the boss, let it own did a bucket school
F*ck what they cost, bad as f*ck throw hand and shake
She thought the fly solo rather masturbate
Ain't sure shit Brooklyn in the heart
Get stuck by the ballers, let the way
I've been happin out .. with the bank roll when I'm f*ck the light jaze on
Got little voodoo, cut more money and my bitches ..
Yeah Givenchy, glass of .. next girl, hoes keep ..
What else ?

I got your ass party time
Why?
You know we on that bro day
.. on broad way,
.. like them niggas wanna park way
Floss see after gar in the park lays,
Uh, spot a nigga far away,
More lex diamonds is a whole lot ..
My little homie, you can drama with em
Uh .. New York want a nigga,
Uh, post it up with a little change,
And he kick, cookin' up like I'm .. the gates,
Uh, up town in the gutter, get time to .. before butter
I'm a bad mother*cker, anywhere I go I got a line there
Respect from the .. and the pioneers
You have no idea of this you hollum nigga every year
It's my year


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