Lyrics:

Livelicate to all di rude boy dem from across di world and all shottas from yard Real ballas party hard, zagga zagga zow na na na na Here comes the musical Youth like Beenie Man longside J Sing for the girls dem night or day Moving out the girls dem way Zagga zagga zen na na We na' play [J:] Drop top Z3, twenty-inch chrome Shorty rolled up on me chatting on her cell phone Cartier bracelet with ass for days Looking all pretty in her Fendi shades [BM:] I holla how you doing and she say what's up Then she went on to tell me that she love my truck I got my lady at home but what the fuck Here you go, take my number and hit me up [J:] Girl, I don't mean to be pushy but what is your name Can I have your number, can I see you again [BM:] If you don't mind me asking, what you doing tonight Can you link me at the club, aight! Keep it tight cause [Chorus:] [J:] We party hard and we ball (we ball) We hit them up and they fall (they fall) I love the shorties who be all thong up She wan' me hit it up against the wall (Holla at me dog!) [Repeat] [BM:] Well into a musical thing call that's how we roll Some boy wan' roll deep and sell dem soul This is Beenie Man must sell platinum no gold This is how we roll [J:] First class cribs First class rides Big ass honey sitting by my side [BM:] First class honeys want to roll with me Cause Jamaican thugs roll VIP [J:] Candlelight scented bubbles in her tub Nothing but coke bottles poppin' in the club [BM:] Five-star restaurant, table for two You get nothing but the best when you ro