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[Intro: Girl #1 & (Girl #2)] Hello? (Hello, Theresa?) Yeah, it's me (Yo, what up kid?) What's up? (Yo, we going to this joint tonight?) Word (Word up, what you wearing?) I don't know, I'll probably throw on my black leggings and my Tommy Hilfiger tee shirt, 'cause it's hot outside (Word up, I'm feelin' my sun, to get jiggity with the fellas) Word up (Can you dig?) Yeah, no doubt. I gotta look right for the nigga (Ha, ya know what I'm sayin'? A'ight yo, that shit gon' be ill) A'ight [Verse 1: Q-Tip] It was Friday afternoon in the middle of June Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom Around the time everybody just got home from class Shootin' dice, talkin' shit, hopin' the cash would last Yo, this was around the time when I didn't know no better Juney rolled around in a tinted-out Jetta [Verse 2: Phife Dawg] Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke And I took one toke, yo, I almost choked See, I never smoked before, so my nerves got shot Then he told me about the party at the spot Jamroc It was guaranteed on, but I said "Son, chill" There's a joint around the way that's supposed to be real, word [Verse 3: Q-Tip] He said we got all day, so we gonna do it right Hit your man's joint first and Jamrock in one night Then I said "Aight", then I hopped inside the Jetty Let me take a shower, I'm sweaty, and then I'll be ready Tonight is the night I get my groove on steady And get my drink on with that Ford named Betty I went upstairs to get fly, smoke my Thai Drunk some liquor, to meet my high quicker Now, I'm type stimo, the party is the M.O.  Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo Eleven in the evenin', I'm feelin' like a heathen This thing is goin' down, and I highly doubt I'm leavin' Booty cheeks are in motion, and the kids was drinkin' potion Word is bond, that Black Moon joint got me open (Don't front) [Verse 4: Consequence] Yo, the DJ flipped the script Threw on the good shit that made the kid lose his grip Blendin' Risin' to the Top and got these shorties hoppin' Number coppin', ain't no stoppin' me now Yo, I'm bound to win 'til that thing kicked in The Alizé had me stuck, I don't know where to begin [Verse 5: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg & Consequence] Now I'm feelin' kinda jaded, wild, incoherent Me and the fellas started actin' irreverent Butt grabbin', mad laughin', just assin' Then that chick caught up, the shorty lookin' fed up They said you jonesin' with this one, you gibbin' with that one A-yo, I'm just doin' my thing, yo, I'm just havin' fun You don't see me in here wildin', pullin' out no gun Yo, I see some of that thing, girl, and I want some So let's step inside the sauna so that we can rap on Over this bumpin' ass song, plus some Dom Perignon I hit ya with the good lovin', plus filet mignon Yeah, yeah, scrammy scrams, that's that same old song A-yo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong? Yo, put some brakes on your yappin' or you won't live long Please, nigga, push on Alright, scrams, see you later (Scrams?) Can't mess with these street sharks or these alligators I can't take it no more, yo, it's damn near four I've been partyin' and drinkin' since I came out my door Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, where's the exit? Son jetted to the ride and got the burner out the Lexus Yo, he cocked his joint back like he's about to let 'em have it Kid, I kept it movin' like the Energizer rabbit Yo-yo! A-yo, yo-yo! It's time to skate, ain't no time to contemplate (Whoops! Looka there, there's Jake) [Outro: Skit] [Cop] Alright, you guys wanna move the cars? C'mon, let's go [Ali Shaheed Muhammad] [Q-Tip] Yo, c'mon, Al, that shit was fucked up, man Yo, that nigga fuckin' pulled outta the burner like that? Yo, let's get the fuck up outta here [Ali Shaheed Muhammad] A-yo, why them niggas always assin' out, man? Yo, them niggas always assin' out, man They can't even have a good one on a hot summer night, man I'm tired, man! Word up This hot shit be makin' niggas act stupid! Niggas be actin' stupid in this hot weather, baby [Phife Dawg] Yo, it's 3 o'clock in the morning [Ali Shaheed Muhammad] Hey, 'Mal, man, I'm tired of these funny style niggas, man [Phife Dawg] It's hotter than a witch's crotch, son [Phife Dawg] What's up, son? [Q-Tip] Get in the car, kid! What the fuck is you doin', man? [Ali Shaheed Muhammad] C'mon, man, get in, man! It's hot as hell, I need some A.C., man! [Phife Dawg] Muhammad, I can't close the door, you fat boy! [Q-Tip] 'Cause of yo' fat ass [Phife Dawg] Yo, it's Muhammad [Ali Shaheed Muhammad] It ain't no Muhammad, man [Q-Tip] Yo, will y'all shut the fuck up, man? Y'all in my motherfuckin' car, man [Ali Shaheed Muhammad] C'mon man... Yo, why you kid- why you talkin' to me like that, man? Whoo-hoo-hoo! Baby [Q-Tip] I'm sayin', man... Hol' up! Can I say somethin' please, man? [Ali Shaheed Muhammad & Phife Dawg] What's up, man? What up? What? What you gotta say? [Q-Tip] Yo... every fuckin' time, man, we go out, man We always gettin' fuckin' tore the fuck down These broads be fuckin' shammin' like it's fuckin'... [Ali Shaheed Muhammad] Yo, 'Mal, you hot, man? [Phife Dawg] Fakin' ass... [Q-Tip] ... and I'm tired of it, man I'm 22 years old! And I get crazy high every time I go to a party, man And the stupid shit be jumpin' off man [Ali Shaheed Muhammad] I ain't gonna front, I agree, man, word up [Q-Tip] I can't have this no more, I've gotta find somethin' new, man