The Theme (It's Party Time)

It's party time! Woooahh, it's party time! Havin a party, c'mon Yeah yeah, Tray Lee nigga, ByStorm (ByStorm) Ain't no mystery (hah, ByStorm) RNF to death (hah, ByStorm) We just one step beyond (RNF no doubt), hey, hey Yeah (check it out), check it out (c'mon, ah-hah) Check it out (c'mon, ah-hah) check it out (c'mon, ah-hah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew And everywhere that my crew go And every hoe that my crew know And every show that my crew blow You know we get down, you know we get down Verse One: Tracey Lee Hey this is how we get down with no question Trees in the V.I.P. section, Big Sun sippin on French Connections Dashin, decked in the latest fashions Flashin, niggaz spendin tax free cash, ten G stash Son leavin the club scene smashed, hah Ass in abundance, run with a sick type click with mics get in your shit life so better make sure your shit's tight When I bomb, shit is worldwide like dot.com Known to rock swarms, get up in that ass like Dong Strongarm in the place at alarming rates Got a fifth and that's all it takes for me to flip won't slip Try to front on and get your fronts chipped Runnin chicks home in plush whips, get a duck sick Let it be known we got a song that don't quit Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew And every hoe that my crew know Like Tonya, Michelle, and Nicky And every show that my crew blow Like the Apollo, or BET And everywhere that my crew go Like Philly, New York, or DC You know we get down, you know we get down Verse Two: Tracey Lee Yeah this is how we get down with no question Run up in a chicken's midsection, boom I rock on from marathons to quick sessions Menage-a-trois, killin your whole crew with at least sixteen bars like MC's supposed to A real MC, take you, to School like D I'm cool like G, in Rap, I use the mic, to rule like a Pharaoh Dipped in my Nike apparel, you know we get down Bad to the bone like marrow chicks Crack your boom, Tray gets played from the plat the greatest tune Philly's in here, been here, lyrics they win here Why did you go there? I swear RNF tears the things like that We breakin your team up like a salary cap, and it don't stop until I get the cream like Shaq Seventeen mil annual, flammable Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew And every hoe that my crew know Like Tasha, Yvette, or Sha-See And every show that my crew blow Like the Palladium or MTV And everywhere that my crew go Like Atlanta, LA, or Jersey You know we get down, you know we get down It's party time Ohhhhh yeah, it's party time, havin a party, c'mon (repeat 2X) Verse Three: Tracey Lee So with no question, hey, lyrics get etched in stone destined to be, y'all niggaz Jonesin A threat when, in the zone get protection duke the best in, my profession When I ride loops like a stretch Benz, heads get laced D-Dot keep the chrome cocked, just in case Tracey Lee rocks son I'm chosen Whenever we got this party scene live it's frozen Whoaaa, time to close in on those who be dozen Not tryin to hear it, without wine and spirit Shows continue to blow the venue With flows that's sicked than influ-enza Roll with a squad that injures pretenders I'm pullin your card, so surrender Bombard your agenda, at last RNF stash with more pitch slaughterin, so we be the new world order in Chorus: Tracey Lee and crew And everywhere that my crew go And every hoe that my crew know And every show that my crew blow You know we get down, you know we get down (repeat 2X)