Voodoo World!
Yeah!
Bicardi!
Put Ya Bicardi Up/
East Side, Put Ya Bicardi Up/
West Side, Put Ya Bicardi Up/
South Side, Put Ya Bicardi Up/
World Wide, Put Ya Bicardi Up/
Verse 1:
Throw me on in the club, guaranteed to make em dance/
We don't stand around homie, like Dro we shoulder lean/
Mami's looking sexy with the makeup by Maybelline/
Living the life they wish, homie my life's a dream/
These haters gon' always hate/
Like Rocko, "I'm Doing Me"/
Swagger on a million, legit no rip off/
These suckas got it twisted, backwards like Kris Kross/
All they do is commentate, bunch of Eric Bischoff's/
Got the internet buzzing, these lil bustas pissed off/
Like Nicholas Cage, ready for any "Face Off"/
Boston Bruin homie, get, getting his cake up/
Voodoo World got next, fingers up to the haters/
Let em talk that filth, homie we getting paper/
Sucka we straight ballin, the club is on and poppin/
Going hard all day, you know the haters watching/
This Voodoo wave like drugs, coming up from Boston/
Chorus:
Put ya Bicardi up, pull ya cash out/
Stunt on them pos', show them what you about/
Do ya thing baby, wit ya stilettos on/
GO GO GO, girl, get it on/
Pop that bottle, mama get, get in the zone/
This that hit, Voodoo World baby we on/
Live ya life, rock out, until ya gone/
Tell the haters, take a picture with they camera phone/
Verse: 2
They ask why I go hard, that's how I came out papa/
Blowing on that ganga, that kush real proper/
Sonning you suckas, call me God, worship the father/
Wanna compete, sucka I, I wouldn't bother/
My Voodoo world army, drowning em like tsunami/
Eating these suckas up pastrami, salami/
I'm on a roll homie, like a fiend doing Ecstasy/
It ain't my fault homie, ya girl wanna be next to me/
Kissing me, feeling me, seducing me sexually/
They treat me like a cure, like Bicardi is the remedy/
Pocket full of celery, a player like Bellamy/
Forget these phony characters that grew up on Sesame/
We get the club jumping with that rock star energy/
Voodoo World, Bicardi, number one Public Enemy/
All through the jealousy, I'm crushing all these centipedes/
I put it on my mama, world this really ain't the end of me/
Chorus:
Put ya Bicardi up, pull ya cash out/
Stunt on them pos', show them what you about/
Do ya thing baby wit ya stilettos on/
GO GO GO, girl, get it on/
Pop that bottle, mama get, get in the zone/
This that hit, Voodoo World baby we on/
Live ya life, rock out, until ya gone/
Tell the haters, take a picture with they camera phone/
Bridge:
Put ya shades on, wave the haters goodbye/
Rock'em all day, rock out all night/
Living my life, that's what I'm bout
If you ain't talking money, then sucka I'm out/
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