(feat. Postaboy)



[Postaboy]

Uh, yeah, yeah

Harlem, Postaboy, let's go

Harlem, PB, Pete Rock, woo woo

Uhh, let's go



I'ma show you how we get down like, with this pound like

Since I'm in a Caddy P this what it sound like

Uhh, yeah this what you clowns like

And since you're on my dick nigga this what uptown like

Geah, I'm on top of my A game

Blew two hundred thou', got it back on the haste gang

Posta back in the building

The 106 hall of famer t-shirt is back in the ceiling

I'm a new artist but it's like I'm platinum plus

E'ry day, spend superstar rapper bucks

Go to the dealer, cop trucks after trucks

High as a kite, rollin dutch after dutch

Honey leavin the scene with me

Now she wanna get a room, but at 119 with me

Lowrider jeans, fanny pokin out the pants

Do the snake, the wop and the uh-oh dance, ohh!



[Chorus]

Make way it's the Postaboy

Yeah the Postaboy, with the Wonder Boy

We got the ladies in the club makin all that noise

Winning Team outside, you don't see our toys (woo woo)

Make way it's the Postaboy

Yeah the Postaboy, with the Wonder Boy

They got the ladies in the crowd makin all that noise

Beep beep, I'm a boss, I don't drive my toys



[Postaboy]

You can find me uptown, uptown, low in cement B's

Rollin up in the club like the {?}

I don't know why you hate me, I'm tryin to date me

a hot mami like Tammy at AE

Jump, I say that I'm focused

And just how thirsty all these hoes is

Wide door knockers with the rings in they noses

I J, then they knockin at my door like Jehovahs

I start checkin my peep mo'

I come from Harlem, the home of the hustler negroes

Like, R.P., Alpo

Jim Ice, Nicky Barnes, and my nigga Bumpy John

All I need is a pair of my Pro*Keds

Half moon part and a two-wheel moped

Quarter water, Jimmy Chu's for my honey

It's the Postaboy, Winning Team, good money



[Chorus]



[Postaboy]

I said throw yo' lighters in the motherfuckin urr

The roof on fire and not a muh'fucker curr

There's so many bunnies and I'm seein over her

Every time I turn around, couple durr, couple durr

Hey!  I'm mean mixin my two-step

Now little birdie wanna call me Hugh Hef'

Pimp so hard 'til there ain't no juice left

I been around the world, I done toured the U.S.



Here we go, c'mon

Now here we go, c'mon

Now here we go, c'mon

Now here we go, c'mon

Yeah!



[Chorus x2]