Fiesta Remix Lyrics - R Kelly

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(feat. Jay-Z){Jay-Z}
After the show it's the after party and
After the party is the hotel lobby and
After the Belve then it's probably Cris, and After the original it was probably this (Fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, Fiesta
Remix with the homie from the Mid-West Side
Game recognize, game hoes do too
It's the new two live
Who I supposed you knew
So thugs, pop yo toasters
But don't approach us or
Bullets'll chase you
Like Moett Momoso
Catch us both closer
Racin twin pochus
Box us with glass that'll pop you
and make you boast us
Whoever come closest - you've been warned
But niggaz don't get the picture 'till the weapons is drawn
Make ya wait backstage, baby girl it's on

{Jay-Z & R. Kelly}
And we'll be drinkin 'till six in the mornin

{R. Kelly}
In the back of the club with mama
Poppin bottles of Cris with mama
Put the ? on the tab for mama
Throwin hundreds up for grabs for mama
Cause it's about the gold out tonight
I'ma be drinkin 'till the early biz-ide (that's right)
Nigga high like a muh'fucker cause I
Take three-hundreds just to make me really hiz-high
My, my, my, my
It what they all say when they see the fo' tonight
They say - my, my, my, my
Everytime they see them big things on my ? (haha)

{1} - {R. Kelly}
Well y'all gotta club
They ain't bookin wit arenas
Got'cha man sayin "Plenty have you seen her?"
Yeah she wit me on the low gettin high offa doe
Get her knees on the floor

{R. Kelly}
Fiesta - Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta

{R. Kelly}
Switchin lanes in Six in the 'burbs
I met a girl named Tasha in the 'burbs
Took the hood then I moved into the 'burbs
The normal Sheriff's are Police's in the 'burbs (that's right)
Now we about the tear this club up
Don't worry 'bout it
This is cause I that show up
Ready to FOO! Knock 'em fresh right outta Phys. Ed.
I need some BOO! From all the honey's on B-Air
I said - my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's what them thugs yellin when them strippers on they fiz-oh
They say - my, my, my, my (yeah)
That Kisha yellin from the up and down ?

{Repeat 1}

{R. Kelly}
Fiesta!

{Gotti}
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 gliss in the light
I'm wit Roclain right?
So I'm rich for life
I'm like Heaven
Everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the gates? Son forget the key
I'm the one God chose so you blessed to me
Gotti Floyd got'cha high off that Ecstacy

{Verse Five}
Yeah, what, what
Aiiyo I come through stunnin
Plus I'm gettin blunned in the new six-hundred
Wit the big rims on it
We rock rocks that are like ya shoulders
Gotta lotta hot cars but the drops is colored (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 doe
Mami - roll more trees before it's time to go
C'mon..

{R. Kelly}
If you got Cash Money then you feelin shit, and
If you rollin on them things then you feelin shit
If you drunk off in the club then you feelin shit
If you'se a motherfuckin thug then you feelin shit
If you smokin on some Dro then you feelin shit, and
If you off the Ecstacy you got's to feel this shit
If you sippin on some Cris you got's to feel this shit, and
If you throwin up then chill, you've got to feel this shit
Fiesta..

Fiesta, Fiesta {repeated until fade}

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