"In Da Spot" lyrics
(feat. Milani The Artis)
Mic check, one two, one two, mic check
Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the hottest spot in New York City on a Saturday Night
You already know who it is. Its ya boy DJ Finesse, Mr. Bad Boy DJ
The rules are simple. Get to the bar. Get your drinks on. Take care of your barbers and waitresses please. Form three V.I.P
Ballers, shotcallers, betta move them bottles for ya'll
I'm about to bring out my man. He about to host the night tonight
Shout to Masta Ace officially in the building
Ayo you came up in the spot
Cause you heard that it was hot
Even though a week ago somebody was shot
They say the cops came and swarmed the whole block
And shut the club down but nope they did not
Cause the spot so packed you can barely even walk
The music so loud, its impossible to talk
Ya'll just point where you want to go, glass held above-the crowd You don't spill a drop, ladies showin' love
You got three in the V.I.P., waiting patiently
It's gonna be a crazy night, just you wait and see
You got chicken wangs, champagne, fruit on the platter
Spendin' all this money like the loot don't matter - but it does
Ya'll no what it is, ya'll no what it was
Ya'll ain't got the riches, ya'll just stuntin' for the bitches
Ya'll ain't having fun, ya'll just frontin' for the bitches
It's funny how your whole style switches, - up in the spot
Brooklyn, New York we in the spot
Everywhere we go we in the spot
All the way down south we in the spot
Even on the west coast we in the spot
We in the spot
Ayo I grew up in the spot
Cause you thought that chi was hot
Every from the spot
Is ta' try to get a shot
Shirt so short, it goes right up to the top
Actin' like you're not, showing everything you got
But you are, got the tits pushed all up in that bra
You and your friends looking all up in that car
You're gonna need a telescope to really see a star
Cause that ain't who you thinking is
A lot of drinking is, the absolute plan
This is not the spot to find a man
And you're looking for a prince, are you dense
Want a man with dollars but dis ain't making sense
Baby girl, you striking out swinging for the fence
Alcohol strong, you can barely even talk
Heels so high, you can barely even walk
Blue drink, green drink, yellow drink, red
Colors of the rainbow, settlin' on your head - in the spot
Brooklyn, New York we in the spot (that's right)
Everywhere you go we in the spot
All the way down south we in the spot
Even on the west coast we in the spot
We in the spot
Aight' ya'll that's gonna do it for this Saturday night
Hottest spot in New York City, you know what it is, DJ Finesse
Shouts to my man Masta Ace for comin' through hosting tonight
If you at the bar right now close out your tabs. Take care of your bartenders and waitresses once again
If you had too much to drink please pass the keys
We want to see you here every Saturday night
Finesse, Masta Ace we out
Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the hottest spot in New York City on a Saturday Night
You already know who it is. Its ya boy DJ Finesse, Mr. Bad Boy DJ
The rules are simple. Get to the bar. Get your drinks on. Take care of your barbers and waitresses please. Form three V.I.P
Ballers, shotcallers, betta move them bottles for ya'll
I'm about to bring out my man. He about to host the night tonight
Shout to Masta Ace officially in the building
Ayo you came up in the spot
Cause you heard that it was hot
Even though a week ago somebody was shot
They say the cops came and swarmed the whole block
And shut the club down but nope they did not
Cause the spot so packed you can barely even walk
The music so loud, its impossible to talk
Ya'll just point where you want to go, glass held above-the crowd You don't spill a drop, ladies showin' love
You got three in the V.I.P., waiting patiently
It's gonna be a crazy night, just you wait and see
You got chicken wangs, champagne, fruit on the platter
Spendin' all this money like the loot don't matter - but it does
Ya'll no what it is, ya'll no what it was
Ya'll ain't got the riches, ya'll just stuntin' for the bitches
Ya'll ain't having fun, ya'll just frontin' for the bitches
It's funny how your whole style switches, - up in the spot
Brooklyn, New York we in the spot
Everywhere we go we in the spot
All the way down south we in the spot
Even on the west coast we in the spot
We in the spot
Ayo I grew up in the spot
Cause you thought that chi was hot
Every from the spot
Is ta' try to get a shot
Shirt so short, it goes right up to the top
Actin' like you're not, showing everything you got
But you are, got the tits pushed all up in that bra
You and your friends looking all up in that car
You're gonna need a telescope to really see a star
Cause that ain't who you thinking is
A lot of drinking is, the absolute plan
This is not the spot to find a man
And you're looking for a prince, are you dense
Want a man with dollars but dis ain't making sense
Baby girl, you striking out swinging for the fence
Alcohol strong, you can barely even talk
Heels so high, you can barely even walk
Blue drink, green drink, yellow drink, red
Colors of the rainbow, settlin' on your head - in the spot
Brooklyn, New York we in the spot (that's right)
Everywhere you go we in the spot
All the way down south we in the spot
Even on the west coast we in the spot
We in the spot
Aight' ya'll that's gonna do it for this Saturday night
Hottest spot in New York City, you know what it is, DJ Finesse
Shouts to my man Masta Ace for comin' through hosting tonight
If you at the bar right now close out your tabs. Take care of your bartenders and waitresses once again
If you had too much to drink please pass the keys
We want to see you here every Saturday night
Finesse, Masta Ace we out
