Let’s Go - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Ok, we headed to the spot where all the sun be

And when we land, we're gunna have so much fun, man

I'm ready for the sun, I got my wife-beater on

My Walkman plays a song, I can't wait to get it on

My man ain't got his shirt open, he celebrating how we do

Understand, we're feeling brand new

We from New York but yeah, we headed where there's all thrills

I ordered four cocktails, they each cost 4 bills

I'm done off, I play the window, look into the clouds

You know me, I OD, I got my music loud

Got my fresh on, pocket full of money too

We do our mother fucking thing, me and my money crew

We coming through, yo

Okay, we headed to the spot where all the sun be

The hot whips, the hot chicks and the palm trees

We get that cheese [?], that's the way it be

Every time I spit the real, I make em feel the breeze

I can't wait till we land, you know the plan

We hit the mall, first of all, that's just the way we ball

I got this Hawaiian hat to match my Hawaiian shirt

To match my [?], that'll work

My Nike wristband with the gold bracelet with the bling

Cuz a nigga do his thing

I call [?], [?] and Mad Dollas, gave a holla

Cuz we all official ghetto scholars

The night time comes around, my [?], we head downtown

For blocks, you could hear the song

You could hear the music, smell the chronic in the air

Yo, this place is off the [?], man, I'm in there

Yo, them chicks be ODing, yeah, this a spot a nigga want to be in

Yo, y'all niggas see what I'm seeing?

Man, this spot is buck wild, the music that they bump is mad loud

This the way it be, see it in the crowd

Yo, cats performing tricks, we in the mix

We drinking liquor, not thinking of home no quicker

We could hang out all night if the mood's right

Shit, the women, music, breeze and the food's tight

No complaints here, [?]

Shorties on the table do they thing, this the way I wanna swing

We on the dance floor

I'm with this chick that I bagged at the door

She deserve an encore