(girls talking on phone)Q-tip:It was friday afternoon in the middle of juneHeineken bottle caps and the aroma of boomAround the time everybody had just got home from classShootin dice, talkin shit, hopin the cash would lastYo, this was around the time when I didn’t know no betterJuney moved around in a tinted out jettaPhife:Then he introduced me to that hydro smokeThen I took one toke, yo, I almost chokedSee I never smoked before and my nerves got shotThen he told me about the party at the spot jam rockIt was guaranteed on but I said son, chillThere’s a joint around the way that’s supposed to be realWordQ-tip:He said we got no js, so we gonna do it rightHit your man’s joint first, then jam rock at one nightThen I said aight, then I jumped inside the jettyLet me take a shower, I’m sweaty, and then I’ll be readyTonight is the night I get my groove on steadyAnd get my drink on with that ford named bettyI went upstairs to get fly, broke my tieOn some liquor, to meet my high quickerNow, I’m tight, them know, the party is the m.o.Me and my crew, we get it started like a demoEleven in the evenin, I’m feelin like a heathenThis thing is goin down and I highly doubt I’m leavinBooty cheeks start to motion and the kids is drinkin potionWord is bond, that black moon joint got me open(don’t front)Consequence:A yo, the dj put this short groove onThe good shit that makes a kid lose his drinkBlendin risin to the top and got these shorties hoppinNuthin but coppin, ain’t no stoppin me nowYo, I’m bound to win until that thing kicked inThe alazay had me drunk, I don’t know where to begin(echoed)Phife:Not I’m feelin kinda jaded, wildly coherentMe and the fellas acted very irreverentButt grabbin, mad laughin and assinConsequence:When that chick caught up, the shorty lookin fed upThey say you drug one with this one, gibbin with that oneQ-tip:A yo, I’m just doin my thing, yo I’m just havin funYou don’t see me in here wylin pullin out no gunYo, I see some of that thing girl and I want someSo let’s step inside this corner so that we can rap onOver this bumpin ass song and some dom perignonPhife;I hit ya with the good lovin plus fillet mignon(yeah, yeah scrammy scrams, yo, that’s that same old song)(a yo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong)Consequence;Yo, put some brakes on your yappin or you won’t live long(please nigga, push on)Alright scrams, see you later (scrams)Can’t mess with these street sharks or these alligatorsPhife:I can’t take it no more, yo it’s damn near fourI’ve been partyin and drinkin since I came out my doorQ-tip (consequence)Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, where’s the exit? (son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the lexus)Yo, he cocked his joint back like he’s about to let him have it(kid, I kept it movin like the energizer rabbit)A yo yo, it’s time to skate, ain’t no time to contemplate(all: whoops, looka there, there’s jake)