Letra 416/905 (t.Oparty anthem) de Maestro Fresh-Wes

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1998

416/905 (t.Oparty anthem)

Featuring LaToya & Miranda

[Maestro]
Who be the brother with the harder rap sippin' coniac
You catch a heart attack rest your cardiac
I'm takin' over the game like black quaterbacks
And guaranteed to put Toronto on the party map
Mr. Maes' in the flash out to make a splash
Seen the gate open I'll be there went it closes
Black Moses, slashing guns from the roses
Take Tyra to the bank make Stacey wanna dash
Misdemeanor, blown up like Hiroshima
I love hip-hop like Scarface loved Gina
I'm writin' words like a Novelist
You're appluading this, astrologist
Words flex like a nidlest
Paragraph's gonna bury ya
Make the dance floor move like Jamiriquai
Take another blast of this nastiness, you blasphamis
Get out the area
Adversaries, they master this
Stylin', I'm a splash you, when I crash through
(Maestro's on the radio)
Female rappers wanna hump me
Crash crew knows I'm funky
Salt jumped me, I made Pepa wanna bungee
Knowing that my jams legit, banking chips
Fort Langdon chicks, love to see me in spankin' whips
Proper, I was the one who told Mase
Save Mariah with the chopper, certified Cheif Rocka

[Chorus: Maestro, LaToya & Miranda]
416 to the 905
Put your hands up in the air, move 'em side to side
(We don't stop y'all, can't stop y'all, ah T-dot y'all, we make it hot y'all)
And everybody in the place from east to west
Put your hands up in the air, move 'em right to left
(We gonna rock y'all, to the top y'all, you gotta..)

Come on, come on
Yo yo yo
[Maestro]
I put the afro in the desiac, you're feelin' that
Fans say "Wes, yo, where's the CD at?"
Makin' sure the deal's phat
Suckers try to flex, breakin' necks
Leave 'em bleedin' like a hemophyliac
Peep the way the Wes mingle, Toronto sex symbol
Honey jingle, dancin' to the next single
They be lovin' when I'm jammin' 'em
Wham bam, thank you ma'am
Knock 'em out, Rocky 3, Club Rolagin' 'em
Bringin' mass to the media, thedia
Rhymes iller than boulemia, laced with luekemia
Causin' pandemonium
How to rock the auditorium
Vocally, I get high like Method Man and Reggie Noble be
Mad Sedonians know, I'm showin 'em
Poetry, laced with my potency
[Chorus]
Deadly with the loose leaf, 2-Rude produced beats

I chill out, ease back, like Kool Kieth

[LaToya & Miranda]
Come on and do it
Do it
Yeah, come on, right
What you wanna do?
Come on and do it
Unh, what you gonna do?
Come on and do it
What you gonna do?
Maestro, what you gonna do?

[Maestro]
I got all these beats and a rhyme's attatched
Formin' a creation you just can't match
2-Rude got the rythym, and I rock mics
We takin' airpline flights, at huge heights
Like King Solomon, when I start polyin'
More dope than marijuana
We make it hot like a suana
Metaphors got kick like Maradona
The whole metropolitan will start followin'
(the mad flavor kicker)
Script flipper, rockin' on the higher set
Watch how hot the fire get
I score wit' crazy chicks
Get 'em open like a Martin Scorcese flick
Then I split to another spot (where?)
Know who makes the party hot
T to the dot, O to the 'nother dot

[Chorus

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Featuring LaToya & Miranda

[Maestro]  
Who be the brother with the harder rap  sippin' coniac  
You catch a heart attack  rest your cardiac  
I'm takin' over the game  like black quaterbacks  
And guaranteed to put Toronto on the party map  
Mr. Maes' in the flash  out to make a splash  
Seen the gate open  I'll be there went it closes  
Black Moses, slashing guns from the roses  
Take Tyra to the bank  make Stacey wanna dash  
Misdemeanor, blown up like Hiroshima  
I love hip-hop like Scarface loved Gina  
I'm writin' words like a Novelist  
You're appluading this, astrologist  
Words flex like a nidlest  
Paragraph's gonna bury ya  
Make the dance floor move like Jamiriquai  
Take another blast of this nastiness, you blasphamis  
Get out the area  
Adversaries, they master this  
Stylin', I'm a splash you, when I crash through  
(Maestro's on the radio)  
Female rappers wanna hump me  
Crash crew knows I'm funky  
Salt jumped me, I made Pepa wanna bungee  
Knowing that my jams legit, banking chips  
Fort Langdon chicks, love to see me in spankin' whips  
Proper, I was the one who told Mase  
Save Mariah with the chopper, certified Cheif Rocka

[Chorus: Maestro, LaToya & Miranda]  
416 to the 905  
Put your hands up in the air, move 'em side to side  
(We don't stop y'all, can't stop y'all, ah T-dot y'all, we make it hot y'all)  
And everybody in the place from east to west  
Put your hands up in the air, move 'em right to left  
(We gonna rock y'all, to the top y'all, you gotta..)

Come on, come on  
Yo yo yo  
[Maestro]  
I put the afro in the desiac, you're feelin' that  
Fans say "Wes, yo, where's the CD at?"  
Makin' sure the deal's phat  
Suckers try to flex, breakin' necks  
Leave 'em bleedin' like a hemophyliac  
Peep the way the Wes mingle, Toronto sex symbol  
Honey jingle, dancin' to the next single  
They be lovin' when I'm jammin' 'em  
Wham bam, thank you ma'am  
Knock 'em out, Rocky 3, Club Rolagin' 'em  
Bringin' mass to the media, thedia  
Rhymes iller than boulemia, laced with luekemia  
Causin' pandemonium  
How to rock the auditorium  
Vocally, I get high like Method Man and Reggie Noble be  
Mad Sedonians know, I'm showin 'em  
Poetry, laced with my potency  
[Chorus]  
Deadly with the loose leaf, 2-Rude produced beats

I chill out, ease back, like Kool Kieth

[LaToya & Miranda]  
Come on and do it  
Do it  
Yeah, come on, right  
What you wanna do?  
Come on and do it  
Unh, what you gonna do?  
Come on and do it  
What you gonna do?  
Maestro, what you gonna do?

[Maestro]  
I got all these beats and a rhyme's attatched  
Formin' a creation you just can't match  
2-Rude got the rythym, and I rock mics  
We takin' airpline flights, at huge heights  
Like King Solomon, when I start polyin'  
More dope than marijuana  
We make it hot like a suana  
Metaphors got kick like Maradona  
The whole metropolitan will start followin'  
(the mad flavor kicker)  
Script flipper, rockin' on the higher set  
Watch how hot the fire get  
I score wit' crazy chicks  
Get 'em open like a Martin Scorcese flick  
Then I split to another spot (where?)  
Know who makes the party hot  
T to the dot, O to the 'nother dot

[Chorus