[The Jeffersons - TV theme]We're movin' on upTo the east side (We're movin' on up)To a deluxe apartment in the skyWe're movin' on up (We're movin' on up)To the east side (We're movin' on up)We finally got a piece of the pie[Verse 1]Watch these grown men get it, know fo' sho'Yo, get your back up off the wall and get your feet on the floorYou see the boy at the bar wit the glass so tallWhen I'm done baby dogg I'ma show you BaltimoreRight now we gon' party, Bacardi give me some moreIt's off the rack the club packed, I'm two-cut like two doorsOf course I do my two-step, I give 'em too muchI mustered up bad, I drop ashes in my cupI had enough they throwin' bows, see they swingin and shitI got my arm around this smut dame, puttin' in workBefore we merk I got to book somethin'So baby stop frontin'I got the drink and the smokeAin't got to buy nothin'Not bluffin, it's goin' down understand meI like my birds nasty, I burst in them cashmeresEverything, and you know what I came forRight now it's goin' down, let me on the dance floor[Hook - repeat 2X]Whoa now, that's what the old heads say I party like it's my birthday, drinkin and still thirstyWhoa now, shorty give me what you gotThe spot kinda live and I see you gettin hot[Verse 2]I came to shake a load off, so take your coat offMixed drinks what you think, OJ and SmirnoffI sip it all - hey, what can I saySee I just got paid so I'm feelin' the swig and I'm tryin' get laidI'm buyin' drinks and they love itDivas growin' cheaperGucci bag Gucci bucketTakin' shots from my cousinHe don' know how to actCame straight out the woodsAnd the club wit a sackLike what you know no goodBut I know I pimp nastySneakers is off the meterYou can't help wit the clapCan't help but the boogieGet loose but don't push meWe came so deepAnd we're all wearin' hoodiesAll my eighty-dime soldiersWhat you doin' tonightNow, put yo eight-dimes upYou made enough for the nightLet's take a breakLet's spend some cakeYou ain't enjoyin' your lifeYo, we been workin' all weekSo we gon' do it tonightCome on[Hook][Verse 3]All my east-side boys put ya guns upPull out the knife cuz we gon' party till the law comesThem boys yellin' where they from, I represent tooThey throwin gang signs; see, I'm throwin' W's (Westside)I'm screamin 80 dimes, I swear to God it's goin downI don't remember where I parked, and I'm stuck in townOne night in BaltimoreI bet ya never leaveMy boy I know I can't help it but to love these streetsC'mon (We finally got a-)C'mon, c'mon (We finally-)C'mon, whoa now (We finally got a piece of the-)C'mon, c'mon, whoa now (We finally-)Whoa now (We finally-)C'mon, c'mon, whoa now (We-we finally got a piece of the pie)That's what the old heads sayI party like it's my birthdayDrinkin' and still thirsty [Hook]
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