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: Tr