Cheers To Me Mr. Bentley lyrics - Da Band (feat. Madd Rapper)

[Mr. Bently + (Madd Rapper)]
And good evening (Yeah, good evening!)
It is I, Mr. Hospitality (yeah, we here baby!)
Aka Mr. Hardwork (aka Mr. Hardwork)
Aka Mr. Central Pay Icon (I don't know about all that)
Aka America's Perfect Gentleman, the talented Mr. Bentley (Bentley!)
Cheers to me, the honorary seventh member of the band (Alright, hey hey hey)
And we're here to talk to you all about hard work (Hard Work!)
A lot of people want to be a part of the music business, (yeah I know I need some cash!)
But we're here to tell you it takes a lot of hard work (yeah yeah, you gotta work hard)
The first thing you have to do is get yourself a mentor, (Uh-huh, uh-huh!)
Hope he has more hustle than Russell and Lyor (Russell or Lyor, Hey!)
Just so happens mine has four-hundred million more (More!)
You've seen the boy dance, there's more in store (More in store!)
Never seen a record label platinum plaques this consistent (Consistent!)
You know the president, now meet his assistant (Now meet his assistant!)
Switch titles, just as persistent
You got a demo, but my number ain't listed (It ain't listed, you can't find me)
You better catch me when you see me in the streets, folks (Streets, folks)
You know me when you see me, see me with my Tie-Bow
Bow-Tie, and don't touch it, I ain't lying folks
Oh, there goes Bentley going to Maybach for a transport
Oh, there goes Bentley, he ain't driving, he's in the back folks
(Yo where my glasses nigga, I told you he bought thirty spokes!)
We gonna show you how to do this son!
Chopper City, and Freddy Pee
You know I'm shouting out to VP HP,
Dylan the Dillenger (Stevie J and Dot track!)
E. Ness, Babs, and don't sample Dofat!
Miss Stokes sing a line chairman Diddy co-signed!
Yo, we gonna show you how to do this son!
(Yo, we gonna show you how to do this son! Word!)

[Random shout-outs]

They Know lyrics - Da Band (feat. Chopper)

[Fred] Yeah. This beat here was created in the Hamptons
[Chop] Uughhh!
[Fred] And dropped in Manhattan
[Background:] Hey-o, Hey-o
[Chop] Bad Boy's the label
[Fred] Time Shock
[Chop] Dofat's the man
[Fred] Wit Chopper from Miami to New Orleans
[Chop] Chopper City's the nigga (whoo!)
[Fred] Freddy P
[Chop] Who want war wit em'?
(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
[Chop] Take a fall wit em'
(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
Back against the wall wit em
(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
[Fred] Chopper City let 'em know!

[Chopper]
I believe in gettin rich or die tryin
Niggaz is (?) and I'm a warrior like ninja stroll
It ain't nothin, I can show you how to pimp a ho
And if you want it, you can get it nigga - friend of foe
I keeps the mac milli low
Itchy for nothin to crack so I can snap like "what chu grillin fo'?"
Shit, I keeps it gutter man, you know how I do's it
I strike a kite that's my definition of stickin and movin
What you know about shoot outs for half an hour?
If you don't, you niggaz is jive and act as cowards
You bouta witness City reach till' it's massive power
Boss man. I can get you niggaz wacked in showers
I'm well known for what I do, but fiends call me Captain Powder
If you want it you can call on Chopper
[Whispers] Choppa! Fetti is somethin that ya boy desire
I keep the metal thing-a-mijiggy the color is copper

[Chorus: Chopper w/ Fred in the background]
I keeps it gangsta - you can ask my niggaz cause they know (They know)
[Fred] Yeah
I'ma hustler that bout them pesos (pesos)
[Fred] C'mon
If you wit me then let them keys blow (keys blow)
[Fred] Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid
Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now..
I keeps it gangsta - you can ask my niggaz cause they know (They know)
[Fred] Holla
I'ma hustler that bout them pesos (pesos)
[Fred] Holla
If you wit me then let them keys blow (keys blow)
[Fred] Holla
Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low Now..

[Fred]
I love the haters cause I feed of they energy
I'm in the same business as the muthafucker on the roof who shot Kennedy
Waitin for sinners and
They see the glory and pain
You know the story bout the boy with a name
He did things like kill people and stole Kane
The hood got three lanes, Life, Death, or entertain
Now sellin's the life. In that box is the D-word
In that house by the lake wit the yacht is the Keyword
Fuck it, if he work and she work Da Band
We work on P.D.'s nerves
Man we probly gon clash when he hear these words
But fuck it, I love that nigga, he the reason we hurr
If it wasn't for him, I'd be livin to see dirt
Now lil F.P. and me, we see curves
Bend 'em - fuck it the windows is tinted, so we splurge
Wit niggaz that treat me like Jerry and do Steve's work

[Chorus]

[Chopper]
All I do is chill and blind hoe wit a sparkling grill
Stroke, smoke, grind and count dough by the mill's
That's real. I ride the wheels till' they fall off
Sittin still wit a sawed-off ready to blow a arm off
Oh, Lord! You don't want no problems wit dude
I'm out that Band, so you now the boy-band news
I bruise ya crew then ride out then head to the hideout
I stay wit them nines out to clear the whole block out [Gunshot]

[Fred]
Now they say "Fred you need to chill"
I been a BadBoy way before Martin of Will
I'm somewhere parked on a hill on the southside of Germany
That's what the game has earned me supportin my skills
And them girls like "Freddy, you need to stop"
How I came through like Griffin and made Cleveland hot
How they get up on the floor and make it "Breathe and Stop"
like Q-Tip - get in her ear and I bet she get in my drop

[Chorus]

[Chop] We them southside riders
[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Look out
[Chop] Huh? Now what cha say Freddy Peezay
[Chop] We them southside riders
[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Look out
[Chop] Huh?
[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Look out
[Chop] Huh?
[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Look out
[Chop] Huh?
[Fred] Get down! Get down, c'mon

[Chopper]
I like that shit! Yeah, Boi!
I'm tellin you whoa, I'm tellin- aight, I ain't gon talk

Go Steady lyrics - Da Band

[Sara]
When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh
Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready
(I'm so ready) On a steady pace for love
Ready'and I'm ready'for love
So do you boy'do you want a taste'

[VERSE 1]
What I see when I look at you
A rugged dude, but a gentleman too
With your hat tilted to the side
I get a chill from those pretty brown eyes
Rippled chest and how you dress
I'm so impressed, can't get you off my mind
I'm so excited, can't wait to be with you tonight

[HOOK]
So can we hook up around 8 so
Try not to be late boy (It's on)
I got so much in store for you
Tell ya boys bye, it's about time
Gonna make it hotter than July
And make it worth your wait and I
I like it when you say, 'Don't be shy'

[CHORUS]
When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh
Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready
(Ready for love) On a steady pace for love

[VERSE 2]
Dim the lights, I turn my two-way off and close the door
I'm in the mood for more
Bring it here, I wanna take you there
Ooh boy I swear no one compares
(To this love) Love makin', breath takin', body shakin, no fakin'
You're really somethin', can't wait to be with you again

[HOOK]
So can we hook up around 8 so
Try not to be late boy (It's on)
I got so much in store for you
Tell ya boys bye, it's about time
Gonna make it hotter than July
And make it worth your wait and I
I like it when you say, 'Don't be shy'

[CHORUS]
When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh
Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready
(For love) On a steady pace for love

[BRIDGE]
No more waiting, contemplating
'Cuz I know it's love
I'm so anxious to start makin'
Goin' steady now
Go 'head boy, tear it up

[Ness Rap]
Look playa'I admit it was a game I played
But now I see things different, girl you changed my ways
You never know you got good fate''till it's gone
Now you feel you bein' hoodwinked'now it's on
Listen'you never told me you ain't want me to grissle 'cuz I
Kept you hot and now it's somethin' official
You kept a pistol in ya pocket but the government issue
Look I'seen too much to tell you I miss you
Or tell you I love you, all day kissin' and huggin'
Listen'bottom line if I ain't wit you I'm fuckin' I never
Fucked wit ya sister, never fucked wit ya cousin, no fussin' and fightin'
Tonight, we under the covers tusslin'
Paradise where the water is blue and grab a snack 'round a quarter to 2
Me and boo hoo'and I ain't gotta give you Extacy
For you to wanna have sex wit me, that's my specialty

[CHORUS 2x]
When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh
Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready
On a steady pace for love

Holla (Outro) lyrics - Da Band

[Freddie P:] Big Shout out to little Fp
[Babs:] Bently
[Dylan:] Mr. Becklty
[F:] HP, Whole Bad boys Staff, Diddy himself
[B:] Dophat
[F:] Tracy
[Sara:] don't even ask
[D:] the namous
[B:] phil, ally
[City:] john press nigger
[B:] we Da Band baby,
Bad boy newest generoution baby.
Don't get it twiste this is not a game.
My boy freddie p, my gurl Sara Stokes,
Elliot Ness, Babs bunny sara (heyya) choppa city,
Dyan the jilinger, yall stay focus, this is not a game,
Brooklyn stand the fuck up, MIA stand up, new orlens,
long island, West indies, Michigan,
philly, holla at your gurl.

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