Lyrics:

Lively-cate to all di rude boy dem from across di world and all shottas from yard
Real ballers party hard, zagga zagga zow now now now now
Here comes the musical youth like Beenie Man alongside J
Sing for the girls dem night or day
Moving out the girls dem way
Zagga zagga zen na na
We nah play
Jah!

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
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
Girl, I donít mean to be pushy but what is your name
Can I have your number, can I see you again
If you don't mind me asking, what you doing tonight
Can you link me at the club, aight!
Keep it tight 'cause

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 waní me hit it up against the wall
(Holla at me dog!) (2x)

Well here comes the musical thing call thatís how we roll
Some boy waan roll deep and sell dem soul
This is Beenie Man must sell platinum, no gold
This is how we roll

First class cribs
First class rides
Big ass honey sitting by my side
First class honeys want to roll with me
Cause Jamaican thugs roll VIP
I!
Candlelight scented bubbles in her tub
Nothing but coke bottles poppin' in the club
Five-star restaurant, table for two
You get nothing but the best when you roll with my crew

We can party all night, we got chips to burn (tell them!)
Tracey and her friends will be taking turns
Slam and fun that's how we live everyday
Thatís the way we players play
Zagga zagga zay

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 waní me hit it up against the wall
(Holla at me dog!) (2x)

This a one hear name
One mil, two mil, three mil, four
Did my last tour and make three mil more
Beenie Man shopping in designer stores
House on the hill with cherrywood floors
One girl, two girl, three girl, four
Three more ex's stalking my door
Honeys be acting real insecure
I'm well loved among the ladies on tour

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 want me hit it up against the wall
(Just holla at me dog!) (2x)