You gotta lively it up, when the speaker it speak
I said Northern State will help you end your week
It’s only one, it’s only two, it’s only three, it’s only four
We gonna take it to the street, we gonna take it to floor
God damn, you just caught me, ?and Diddy is graceful?
Let me pull the mic out my aftershave case
We work out the ?braids us?, break rhymes out the anus
Fine dine and champagne us, you just can’t contain us
Tonight I’m gonna party like I’m twenty-three
‘Cause see I’m reelin’ in the years, but yo, they're still cardin’ me
And we been steppin’ out since ninety-one, girls gotta have fun
Yo it’s my song and it’s on

Keepin’ it easy like M S B (?)
Get out your seat and just move with me
Everybody wanna shake it up in this spot
And your mama feels the beat so you know it’s hot

Last night that was a good look and
Last night I lost my bank book and
This is New York City so I’m at the ATM
Again, again, again
Last night that was a good look and
Last night I lost my bank book and
I’ve had an all-day champagne
?Chicks will have to plan that Sprout’s gone to scullion? (only way)
Again, again, again

Yo, don’t knock it till you check out how we rock it
Yo don’t even doubt it, ask your doctor about it
Yo, somehow I know that I’ve gone too far
Cause I’m just takin’ shit out the mini-bar
And when you open up the door it is ajar
?Haster Bren?, can you tell me where the hell you are?
I’ll tell you the actual truth, drinkin’ the eighty proof
And now I’m makin’ out with him up in the DJ booth
But tonight, how’d his charm leaves these alarms?
Like how many girls before me been on his arm?
And we start to spin ‘round like a roller rink
And one minute it’s cool and then I’m droppin’ my drink




Keepin’ it easy like M S B (?)
Get out your seat and just move with me
Everybody wanna shake it up in this spot
And your mama feels the beat so you know it’s hot

Last night that was a good look and
Last night I lost my bank book and
This is New York City so I’m at the ATM
Again, again, again
Last night that was a good look and
Last night I lost my bank book and
I’ve had an all-day champagne
?Chicks will have to plan that Sprout’s gone to scullion? (only way)
Again, again, again

Crack an egg on your head
And the yolk drips down
And the yolk drips down
And the yolk drips down
Take it out on the floor
Shake it out on the floor
Work it out on the floor
Bring it out on the floor
So now I’m makin’ deals behind the wheels of steel
We’re just like Grand Puma (?) but we real to real
And now I’m givin’ it my all, so what the hell?
I said, more (more), more (more), more cowbell

Last night that was a good look and
Last night I lost my bank book and
This is New York City so I’m at the ATM
Again, again, again
Last night that was a good look and
Last night I lost my bank book and
I’ve had an all-day champagne
?Chicks will have to plan that Sprout’s gone to scullion? (only way)
Again, again, again

Last night that was a good look and
Last night I lost my bank book and
This is New York City so I’m at the ATM
Again, again, again
Last night that was a good look and
Last night I lost my bank book and
I’ve had an all-day champagne
?Chicks will have to plan that Sprout’s gone to scullion? (only way)
Again, again, again



Lyrics submitted by Shep420

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    General CommentOh, she said "Hesta Prynn" not "Haster Bren" cause her name is Hesta Prynn.

    Reminds me of early Beastie Boys- with the hot beat and real hip hop lyrics. Though they're not nearly as good, I like this song.
    Shep420on August 20, 2006   Link

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