Tonight's the night
Where's it happening, 's time to get it on
My pockets are fat so I'm gone
Me and my posse, as things come through
Invited to a jam they said bring the crew
And a handful of rhymes and my own microphone
And tell 'em to leave the [censored] home
Another brother here, they can't wait to see me
I'm getting greedy, this is the place to be, G
Wall to wall on the floor having a ball
When I came in the door they said "Yes, yes y'all"
'Cause I got a mic for the bass and the highs
And the God's in supply, I got the St. Ides