B-Rich - "Whoa Now" lyrics

[Singing] We're movin' on up To the east side (We're movin' on up) To a deluxe apartment in the sky We'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 come and gettin' em Know fo sho Yo, get your back up off the wall And get your feet on the floor When I'm done baby dogg You see the boy at the bar wit the glass so tall I'ma show you Baltimore Right now we gon' party Bacardi give me some more It's off the rack the club packed I'm two-cut like two doors Of course I do my two-step I mustered up bad Give em too much I drop ashes in my cup See I'm swingin' this chick I had enough they throwin' boes I had my arm around this smut game Puttin' in work Before we work I got to book somethin' So baby stop frontin' I got the drink and the smoke Ain't got to buy nothin' Not bluffin' I like my birds nasty It's goin' down understand me I burst in them cashmeres Everything, and you know what I came for Right now it's goin' down Let me on the dance floor [Hook x2] Whoa now, that's what the old men say I party like it's my birthday It's my car lot us, gettin' hotter Whoa now, shorty gimme what you got Drinkin' and still thirsty [Verse 2] I came to shake a load off So take you coat off Mix drinks what you think OJ and Smirnoff Hey, what can I say I sip it all See I just got paid so I'm feelin' the swig I'm buyin' drinks and they love it And I'm tryin' get laid Divas growin' cheaper Hoochie bag and hoochie bucket Takin' shots from my cousin He don' know how to act Came straight out the woods And the club wit a sack Like what you know no good But I know I pimp nasty Sneakers is off the meter You can't help wit the clap Can't help but the boogie We came so deep Get loose but don't push me And we're all wearin' hoodies Now, put yo eight-dimes up All my eighty-dime soldiers What you doin' tonight You made enough for the night Let's spend some cake Let's take a break You ain't enjoyin' your life Yo, we been workin' all week So we gon' do it tonight Come on [Hook x2] [Verse 3] All my east-side boys put ya guns up Pull out the knife cuz we gon' party till the law comes Them boys yellin' where they from I represent too They throwin' game signs See, I'm throwin' W's (Westside) I'm screamin' eighty-dubs I don't remember where I parked I swear to God it's goin down And I'm stuck in town One night in Baltimore I bet ya never leave My boy I know I can't help it but to love these streets C'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-) That's what the old men say C'mon, c'mon, whoa now (We-we finally got a piece of the pie) I party like it's my birthday Drinkin' and still thirsty [Hook x2]