[Intro: Fes Taylor] Taylor, Taylor Two 4 War Entertainment Heart of the city Yeah, you know what it is, uh-huh
[Fes Taylor] I was cruising in a 430 Cops pulled over, sober and we all dirty Be easy, nigga, you see me, nigga? Before I had a deal I was blinging like Young Jeezy, nigga Hip hop money feed me quicker Drunk, bartender said I don't need no more liquor Get me a bottle of Goose, like \"Mami, what it do? Apparantly do you be modelling too?\" Cool We can chill like Henny on the rocks I'ma fly through, even got Fendi on my socks Yeah, just watch, I'm the next big thing Courtesy of Willie Rocks, now my neck bling bling What it do? Who You? Fes Taylor, yes Yo I'm fresh to death, what you expect? Next, try and slide off Cuz I see a bad mami over there that I can't keep my eyes off
[Chorus 2X: Fes Taylor] Hold up, hold up, wait, wait, wait a minute Just, just, just, just, bring it back now, wait, bring it back now Put 'em up now, now, now, bring 'em back down, down, down
[Fes Taylor] Taylor 2 Fly, vest fresh like the first day of school And I'm the new guy, we cruise by Music high, haze or 'dro, choose ya high Push a button, tell the roof \"Goodbye, bye\" Heard he back now, flip, laid the track down Hear this playing in the club, don't know how to act now Hold ya drinks up, homegirl over there like \"I ain't fucking my mink up\" Minus my off-time, right now don't think much We go on stage or in the office, pretty much But, I'm digging your moves Bodywork like it's all a part of this song coming together in one groove I swung jewels, sound like the ghost of Christmas past when I walk past How could you talk bad? This is all me, my grind, my time to shine Now, I got the industry car keys
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[Fes Taylor] Picture me laid back in a Maybach They say that I came up from the hood, only right that I gave back They hate that, they don't wanna see a young rich thug get all of this love Cuz, I got paper, you only dealing with a couple hundred grand, see you not major Nope, do me a favor, don't holla 'less it's 'bout a dollar I pop tags, yeah, plus I pop collars Trying to give my moms bread like Miss Wallace So I'm in the game like Ben Wallace I don't wear Prada's, I'm not a lame dude Come to visit you, yet scared of your baby father Tell 'em \"Hold up\", I roll up in a '08 Range with jewels all froze up Drive the hoes nuts, we the Juice Crew All-Stars But I ain't never been signed to Cold Crush
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[Outro: Fes Taylor] Yeah, it's Taylor, Taylor What it do, man? It's the heart of the city See me when we come together and do it Yeah...
