[Chorus: LL Cool J]   We can chill up in the club, we can pop a little bub   We can chill up in the VIP   You can show a nigga love, you can give me back rubs   Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)   Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)   Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)   Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)   Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)      [Hook: LL Cool J (girl)]   One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up)   One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up)   One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up)   One-two, and pump it up      [LL Cool J]   They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas   If this ain't Vegas, let's pretend it's Vegas   I know what you up to, your skirt's outrageous   But I'm so fucked up that I forgot what your name is   We can jump in my drop-head and pop the throttle   Live our lives for the moment, baby, fuck tomorrow   Kool-Aid smile on your face, popping a bottle   Like you had an orgasm and you hit the lotto   Throw ya hands in the sky, why, am I   So, damn fly, can't deny   My shit's tight, gear, sit right   Ear, big ice, j-yeah, that's right   Lights are flashing, living life with passion   And if this was a movie, you would be perfect casting   You killing me slowly, baby, you're like an assassin   And you know that I'm married, so why the fuck you keep asking      [Chorus]      [Fat Joe]   Now you can get with this or you can get with that   You wanna pop Crys', then you need to get with Crack   The whip's a 26 and the motor's in the back   I call it Big Meats cuz the shit is all black   Now you fucking with Coco, baby, I'm the poster, baby   I'm a hustler's dream, you suppose to pay me   I was dope in the airness, now I stick crack   I stay fly, you seen a G four on smack, now listen   Don't you wanna party with me?   Where the kush is blowing and the E is free   And the world is yours, it say it right on the blimp   And that yacht's so big, we gotta call it a ship, hey   Punks nigga, gun in the palm, nigga   Pop off, whenever it's on, nigga   Not tonight, I wanna hear my song   And let Flex drops bombs when the shit come on, let's get it      [Chorus]      [Sheek Louch]   Ok, Flex let Sheek on his Cool J shit   Levi's, black chuckers, hope the deuce deuce fit   Two-seater, little reefer, pass the old fever   Showing her what hip hop is   Todd Smith, G. Rap, nigga, Kane and Biz   And if I talk L.O.X., I'm getting heavy sex   This early, imagine when it get to Flex   Toxic heavy, all black Chevy   Sheek got 'em wet, like somebody hit the levy's   I got a little Porsche, but the truck fit more   More goons, more chicks, when it's time to score   I'm straight out the door, boned from a raw   Swimming pool bottom of it, big as Shakur   V.I.P. cool, but the God at the bar   Partying, no shirts, tats over the scar   Ice in the sharper, come here, ma, I mean      [Chorus]      [Hook]