[The Jeffersons - TV theme]  We're movin' on up  To the east side (We're movin' on up)  To a deluxe apartment in the sky  We're movin' on up (We're movin' on up)  To the east side (We're movin' on up)  We finally got a piece of the pie    [Verse 1]  Watch these grown men get it, know fo' sho'  Yo, get your back up off the wall and get your feet on the floor  You see the boy at the bar wit the glass so tall  When I'm done baby dogg I'ma show you Baltimore  Right now we gon' party, Bacardi give me some more  It's off the rack the club packed, I'm two-cut like two doors  Of course I do my two-step, I give 'em too much  I mustered up bad, I drop ashes in my cup  I had enough they throwin' bows, see they swingin and shit  I got my arm around this smut dame, puttin' in work  Before we merk I got to book somethin'  So baby stop frontin'  I got the drink and the smoke  Ain't got to buy nothin'  Not bluffin, it's goin' down understand me  I like my birds nasty, I burst in them cashmeres  Everything, and you know what I came for  Right now it's goin' down, let me on the dance floor    [Hook - repeat 2X]  Whoa now, that's what the old heads say   I party like it's my birthday, drinkin and still thirsty  Whoa now, shorty give me what you got  The spot kinda live and I see you gettin hot    [Verse 2]  I came to shake a load off, so take your coat off  Mixed drinks what you think, OJ and Smirnoff  I sip it all - hey, what can I say  See I just got paid so I'm feelin' the swig and I'm tryin' get laid  I'm buyin' drinks and they love it  Divas growin' cheaper  Gucci bag Gucci bucket  Takin' shots from my cousin  He don' know how to act  Came straight out the woods  And the club wit a sack  Like what you know no good  But I know I pimp nasty  Sneakers is off the meter  You can't help wit the clap  Can't help but the boogie  Get loose but don't push me  We came so deep  And we're all wearin' hoodies  All my eighty-dime soldiers  What you doin' tonight  Now, put yo eight-dimes up  You made enough for the night  Let's take a break  Let's spend some cake  You ain't enjoyin' your life  Yo, we been workin' all week  So we gon' do it tonight  Come on    [Hook]    [Verse 3]  All my east-side boys put ya guns up  Pull out the knife cuz we gon' party till the law comes  Them boys yellin' where they from, I represent too  They throwin gang signs; see, I'm throwin' W's (Westside)  I'm screamin 80 dimes, I swear to God it's goin down  I don't remember where I parked, and I'm stuck in town  One night in Baltimore  I bet ya never leave  My boy I know I can't help it but to love these streets  C'mon (We finally got a-)  C'mon, c'mon (We finally-)  C'mon, whoa now (We finally got a piece of the-)  C'mon, c'mon, whoa now (We finally-)  Whoa now (We finally-)  C'mon, c'mon, whoa now (We-we finally got a piece of the pie)  That's what the old heads say  I party like it's my birthday  Drinkin' and still thirsty     [Hook]