Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fiesta, artist - R. Kelly. Date of issue: 22.09.2003
Song language: English
Fiesta |
| After the show it’s the after party then |
| After the party it’s the hotel lobby and |
| After the Belve’then it’s probably Cris' |
| And after the original it’s probably this (Fiesta) |
| Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, Fiesta |
| Remix with the homie from the Midwest side |
| Game recognize game, hoes do too |
| It’s the new 2 Live Crew, I suppose you knew |
| So thugs, pop yo’toasters, but don’t approach us or Bullets’ll chase you like Moet mimosas |
| Catch us both coasts, racin twin Porsches |
| Boxes with glocks that’ll pop ya to make ya ghost-es |
| Whoever come closest — you’ve been warned |
| But niggaz don’t get the picture 'til the weapons is drawn |
| Make your way backstage, baby girl it’s on And we’ll be drinkin 'til six in the mornin |
| In the back of the club with ma-ma |
| Poppin bottles of Cris with ma-ma |
| Put the bar on the tab for ma-ma |
| Throwin hundreds up for grabs for ma-ma |
| Cause it’s about to go down tonight |
| I’ma be drinkin 'til the early liz-ight (that's right) |
| Nigga high like a muh’fuckin ki-zite |
| Take three honies just to make me feel ri-zight |
| My, my, my, my It’s what they all say when they see the frozen ice |
| They say — my, my, my, my Anytime they see them big things rollin b-zy |
| While y’all gotta club, they done fuckin wit arenas |
| Gotcha man sayin Kelly have you seen her? |
| Yeah she wit me on the low |
| Gettin high off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo' |
| Fiesta — Fiesta, Fiesta |
| Fiesta, Fiesta |
| Fiesta, Fiesta |
| Fiesta, Fiesta |
| Fiesta, Fiesta |
| Fiesta, Fiesta |
| Fiesta, Fiesta |
| Fiesta, Fiesta |
| Switchin lanes in my Six, in the 'burbs |
| I met a girl named Tasha, in the 'burbs |
| Took the hood then I moved it, to the 'burbs |
| Now no more sheriffs or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right) |
| And we about to tear this club up Don’t worry 'bout expenses cause I got that sho’nuff |
| Ready to BOO knock 'em fresh outta jizzail |
| I need some WOO from all the honey’s on the DL |
| I said — my, my, my, my (yeah) |
| It’s what them thugs yellin when the strippers on the pi-zoles |
| They say — my, my, my, my (yeah) |
| Got Kisha yellin from that up and down shi-zow |
| Fiesta! |
| I put the big body up, come through in a Rover |
| Not only Kelly and Gotti, it’s Boo and Hova |
| Pop Cris if you like, my ice glist’in the light |
| I’m wit Roc-Land right, so I’m rich for life |
| I’m like Heaven, everybody wanna get to me How you make it to the gates and forget the key? |
| I’m the one God chose so you blessed through me Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that ecstacy |
| Aiiyo I come through stunnin, plus I’m gettin blunted |
| in the new six-hundred with the big rims on it We rock rocks that’ll light ya shoulders |
| Gotta lotta hot cars but the drops is colder (aahh) |
| You see V-I-P; |
| me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov' |
| Drinkin Cris’like its H-2-O |
| All we do is spend cheese cause we love the dough |
| Mami roll more trees before it’s time to go If you got cash money then you feel this shit |
| And if you rollin on them things then you feel this shit |
| If you drunk off in the club then you feel this shit |
| If you’se a motherfuckin thug then you feel this shit |
| If you smokin on some 'dro then you feel this shit |
| And if you off that ecstacy you gots to feel this shit |
| If you sippin on some Cris’you gots to feel this shit |
| And if you throwin up and shit, you gots to feel this shit |
| Fiesta. |
| Fiesta, Fiesta |