One sit down pon it and one deh pon mi cellular And mi use to roll di boss gal inna di bar Mi have di hot gal ah when mi hold and grill Yuh tink
farrrari you can tell that shes a tamale Verse 1 : as soon as she walked thru the door aha aha and back her thing up on the floor aha aha its getting hot it
Vegas Put it all on a rap and I'm gettin' paid up It's time to party yall Got so many beads Looks like Mr.T, turned white and showed up to Mardi Gras
(I can touch it) Mr. Len, 'sup? 89.9 Hit me with that shit some time Bigg Jus, Lune TNS The almighty El-P The imperial DJ Mr. Len Company Flow swinging it
I pull up, the people say "HOT them boys!" 22 but childish how we cop them toys Sorry contradict myself, kinda hard to stop it Glock and my ski nose,
maddest, the ill flow paterant In and out the pocket, write it down, 16 drop it Make a mil when the pants fill I step it up, when I talk I back it up
' full range The one Mr. Vegas you know it ain't easy Haa Come original Come original A warning to the crews out there Who think they're hot If you'
it, we got it, ladies, spot it No doubt about it, fly and exotic When we on the scene it's a major plus And whoever facin' us we dangerous If you want it, we got it, ladies, spot it
slave Mr mirror tell me something [Incomprehensible] I be balling like the Lakers Help you niggas get ya cake up And my diamonds shine bright Like the lights in Las Vegas
know it be the kiss, grantin' your last wish Everybody wanna know who The L.O.X is 'Cause we ain't spittin' nuttin' out but that hot shit Burnin' trees, sippin' mo', eatin' lobsters Up
When you die over crude oil as black as my nigga Boo It's really a Desert Storm, that's word to my nigga Clue Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona Rep
into the hot tub To lay back and relax and get a scrub and a back rub Sippin on some wine The view is dope, you see the Manhattan skyline I got it made
to read it. SHELDRAKE Why not? BETTY It's just a rehash of something that wasn't very good to begin with. SHELDRAKE Meet Mr. Gillis. He wrote it.
Vega be like Run I keeps a mic in my locker So what it beez like? Na Na Na Na What it beez like? Na Na Na Na Na What it beez like? Hey Hey Hey Na Na
Freestylin on the mic so let it flow Freestylin on the mic get in the go And next on the mic it's the ice, so let it flow It's the incredible party rocker
Mr.Vegas] (*Fat Joe) (**Fatman Scoop) Yeah, Mr. Vegas (Let's go make it run!) This is Mr. Vegas (*TS!) This is it Mr. Vegas (**Fatman Scoop!) Mr. Vegas
shit When you die over crude oil as black as my nigga Boo It's really a Desert Storm, that's word to my nigga Clue Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona
Bouncin Dung inna yard and farin, just a bare a hot ting Unda mi Ginseng, A Government and ting [Verse 2: Mr. Vegas] (Lil' Jon) Mr. Vegas nuh trouble