| Stakes Is High |
| Dinninnit |
| Now, where the ladies at? |
| «Yo, we’re chillin' over here» |
| And all the fellas? |
| «Takin over this year» |
| I heard the party’s round here, right? |
| «You know that’s right» |
| Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey |
| Now, where the ladies at? |
| «Yo, we’re chillin' over here» |
| And all the fellas, the fellas? |
| «Takin over this year» |
| I heard the party’s round here, right? |
| «You know that’s right» |
| Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey |
| Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey |
| Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey |
| Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey |
| Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey |
| It’s so real when we come through |
| Sunshine be on my sidewalk when i come through |
| Schoolly d like family reunions |
| Midday may, it’s all lovin' |
| Take a walk down to d dot c |
| The war’s tuggin' |
| And ain’t no druggin' |
| My credit’s a gain |
| While you searchin for some trick |
| To put the shit in her name |
| I be spendin on wall street |
| And buyin' boardwalk |
| Dodging problems of the world |
| Drawn out in white chalk |
| Peace, mr. war |
| I’m seein' all dimensions |
| But unlike your eye extensions |
| My vision don’t blur |
| 'What' 'when' and 'word's |
| Where the gossip occur |
| Heard i’m sexin' sade |
| And i bought her a fur |
| Battin' eyes at toni braxton |
| And i bought her a fur |
| Now i’m hittin' whitney houston |
| Oh, she bought me a fur? |
| Far-fetched like glass teks |
| And kiddie rolex |
| Soon comin' |
| But now it’s time to kick the fun in |
| Now, where the ladies at? |
| «Yo, we’re chillin' over here» |
| And all the fellas? |
| «Takin over this year» |
| I heard the party’s round here, right? |
| «You know that’s right» |
| Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey |
| I’m pourin out these rhymes |
| For them kids who ain’t here |
| Stakes is high |
| But we gonna try to have fun this year |
| Before there were guns |
| There was native tongues on these plains |
| But others on |
| Without them being pawns in this game |
| 'Cause a pawn in this game |
| Is left with no game to play |
| So, um, you best ta check |
| And hear what we got to say |
| Now if you came to party |
| Just let it be known |
| Now if you came to fight |
| You might get that head flown |
| By the one and only |
| Maseo plug third |
| J.D. dove plays the wall |
| As kenny cal spurts words |
| And a number |
| To a crew of dope girls from the woods |
| And not dope meaning weed |
| But dope meaning (good) |
| Like them west coast kids |
| Who be throwin' up signs |
| I hate a buster |
| Unless his name is busta rhymes |
| So check the way my mind moves |
| Over times and grooves |
| Got some money to blow |
| Wonder why wanna know |
| Where the ladies at? |
| «Yo, we’re chillin' over here» |
| And all the fellas, the fellas? |
| «Takin over this year» |
| I heard the party’s round here, right? |
| «You know that’s right» |
| Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey |