Verse 1:
(Jay-Z)
After the show it's the after party, then
After the party it's the hotel lobby, then
After the Belve' then it's prob'ly Cris'
And after the original it's prob'ly this
(Fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, Fiesta
Remix with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live Crew, I suppose you knew
So thugs
Pop yo' toasters, but don't approach us or
Bullets'll chase you like Moet mimosas
Catch us both coastes
Racin' twin Porsches
Boxes with glocks that'll pop ya to make ya ghostes
Whoever come closest
You've been warned
But niggas don't get the picture 'til the weapons is drawn
Make your way backstage
Baby girl, it's on
An' we'll be drinkin 'til six in the mornin'
Verse 2:
(R. Kelly)
In the back of the club wit mama
Poppin' bottles of Cris' wit mama
Put the bar on the tab for mama
Throwin 'hundreds up for grabs for mama
'Cause it's about to go down tonight
I'ma be drinkin 'til the early liz-ight
Nigga high like a muh'fuckin' kiz-ite
Take three honeys just to make me feel riz-ight
My, my, my, my
It's what they all say when they see the frozen ice
They say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big things rollin' biz-y
While y'all gotta club, they done fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin', "Kelly have you seen her?"
Yeah, she wit me on the low
Gettin, high off the 'dro
Got her knees on the flo'
Chorus:
Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Fiesta, Fiesta
Verse 3:
(R. Kelly)
Switchin' lanes in my Six in the 'burbs
I met a broad named Tasha in the 'burbs
Took the 'hood, then I moved it to the 'burbs
Now no more sheriffs or police-es in the 'burbs
Now we about to tear this club up
Don't worry 'bout expenses 'cause I got that sho' nuff
Ready to fhew, knock 'em fresh outta jiz-ail
I need some whoo from all the honeys on the DL
I said my, my, my, my
It's what them thugs yellin 'when the strippers on the piz-oles
They say my, my, my, my
Got Kisha yellin' from that up and down shiz-ow
While y'all gotta club, they done fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin', "Kelly have you seen her?"
Yeah, she wit me on the low
Gettin, high off the 'dro
Got her knees on the flo'
Fiesta
Verse 4:
(Gotti)
I put the big body up, come through in a Rover
Not only Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova
Pop Cris' if you like
My ice glist' in the light
I'm wit Roc Land right, so I'm rich for life
I'm like Heaven
Everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the gates and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd get you higher than that ecstasy
(Boo)
Aiyyo I come through stunnin'
Plus I'm gettin blunted in the new 600
With the big rims on it
We rock rocks that'll light ya shoulders
Gotta lot a hot cars but the drops is colder
You see V-I-P
Me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Drinkin' Cris' like its H2O
All we do is spend cheese 'cause we love the dough
Mami roll more trees 'fo it's time to go
C'mon..
Verse 5:
(R. Kelly)
If you got cash money, then you feel this shit
And if you rollin' on them things, then you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the club, then you feel this shit
If you's a motherfuckin' thug, then you feel this shit
If you smokin' on some 'dro, then you feel this shit
An' if you off that ecstasy you gots to feel this shit
If you sippin' on some Cris' you gots to feel this shit
An' if you throwin' up and shit, you gots to feel this shit
Fiesta..
Chorus (til fade)