Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In Da Spot, artist - Masta Ace. Album song Son of Yvonne, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.11.2017
Record label: Vinyl
Song language: English
In Da Spot |
| Mic check, one two, one two, mic check |
| Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the hottest spot in New York City on a Saturday |
| Night |
| You already know who it is. |
| Its ya boy DJ Finesse, Mr. Bad Boy DJ |
| The rules are simple. |
| Get to the bar. |
| Get your drinks on. |
| Take care of your |
| barbers and waitresses please. |
| Form three V.I.P |
| Ballers, shotcallers, betta move them bottles for ya’ll |
| I’m about to bring out my man. |
| He about to host the night tonight |
| Shout to Masta Ace officially in the building |
| Ayo you came up in the spot |
| Cause you heard that it was hot |
| Even though a week ago somebody was shot |
| They say the cops came and swarmed the whole block |
| And shut the club down but nope they did not |
| Cause the spot so packed you can barely even walk |
| The music so loud, its impossible to talk |
| Ya’ll just point where you want to go, glass held above-the crowd You don’t |
| spill a drop, ladies showin' love |
| You got three in the V.I.P., waiting patiently |
| It’s gonna be a crazy night, just you wait and see |
| You got chicken wangs, champagne, fruit on the platter |
| Spendin' all this money like the loot don’t matter — but it does |
| Ya’ll no what it is, ya’ll no what it was |
| Ya’ll ain’t got the riches, ya’ll just stuntin' for the bitches |
| Ya’ll ain’t having fun, ya’ll just frontin' for the bitches |
| It’s funny how your whole style switches, — up in the spot |
| Brooklyn, New York we in the spot |
| Everywhere we go we in the spot |
| All the way down south we in the spot |
| Even on the west coast we in the spot |
| We in the spot |
| Ayo I grew up in the spot |
| Cause you thought that chi was hot |
| Every from the spot |
| Is ta' try to get a shot |
| Shirt so short, it goes right up to the top |
| Actin' like you’re not, showing everything you got |
| But you are, got the tits pushed all up in that bra |
| You and your friends looking all up in that car |
| You’re gonna need a telescope to really see a star |
| Cause that ain’t who you thinking is |
| A lot of drinking is, the absolute plan |
| This is not the spot to find a man |
| And you’re looking for a prince, are you dense |
| Want a man with dollars but dis ain’t making sense |
| Baby girl, you striking out swinging for the fence |
| Alcohol strong, you can barely even talk |
| Heels so high, you can barely even walk |
| Blue drink, green drink, yellow drink, red |
| Colors of the rainbow, settlin' on your head — in the spot |
| Brooklyn, New York we in the spot (that's right) |
| Everywhere you go we in the spot |
| All the way down south we in the spot |
| Even on the west coast we in the spot |
| We in the spot |
| Aight' ya’ll that’s gonna do it for this Saturday night |
| Hottest spot in New York City, you know what it is, DJ Finesse |
| Shouts to my man Masta Ace for comin' through hosting tonight |
| If you at the bar right now close out your tabs. |
| Take care of your bartenders |
| and waitresses once again |
| If you had too much to drink please pass the keys |
| We want to see you here every Saturday night |
| Finesse, Masta Ace we out |