text: After the show its the after party then
  After the party its the hotel lobby and
  After the Belve then its probably Cris
  And after the original its probably this
  L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell
  Battle anybody I dont care who you tell
  I excel, they all fail
  Im gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the...
  Friends, how many of us have them?
  Friends, ones we can depend on
  La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to party
  We dont cause trouble, we dont bother nobody, were
  Just some men thats on the mic
  And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic right
  Fight the power, fight the power
  Let me hear ya say
  Fight the power
  We got to fight the powers that be
  Straight out of Compton, crazy mother-
  Hey, hey, hey, no, no
  Jimmy, weve been through this before
  You are not straight out of Compton
  You are straight out of upstate New York
  Thats right, yeah yeah
  I guess I just thought with the movie being what it is and all
  Ya know big, everybodys talking about it
  Everybody is talking about it
  Lets talk about something else
  Lets talk about sex baby
  Lets talk about you and me
  Lets talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be
  Lets talk about sex
  Lets talk about...
  Stop, Hammertime
  Stop, Summertime
  Here it is the groove slightly transform
  Just a bit of a break from the norm
  Cash rules everything around me:
  CREAM, get the money
  Dollar, dollar bill yall
   – “Mo Money Mo
  Problems”]
  I dont know what they want from me
  Its like the more money we come across
  The more problems we see
  Informer, ya no say daddy me Snow me I go blame
  A licky boom boom down
  I lick your boom-boom down
  I lick your boom-boom down
  No, you dont lick your boom-boom down
  I lick your boom-boom down
  You dont lick your boom-boom down
  Lick boom-boom
  No, you dont lick your boom-boom down
  Down, down, down, down
  Im going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover
  Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
  Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what
  Listen to it pound
  Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
  Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone
  Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
  Now, usually, I dont do this but uh
  Go head on and break em off wit a lil preview of the remix
  Its the remix to ignition
  Hot and fresh out the kitchen
  Mama rollin that body
  Got every man in here wishin
  Sippin on coke and rum 
  Im like so what Im drunk 
  Its the freakin weekend
  Baby Im about to have me some fun
  [Chris Brown – Look at Me Now (feat. Lil Wayne & Busta
  Rhymes)]
  Lets go
  Cause Im feeling like I’m running
  And Im feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away
  Better know that I dont and I wont ever stop
  Cause you know I gotta win everyday, day
  Damn, damn
  Compton
  I can feel your energy from two planets away
  I got my drink, I got my music
  I would share it but today Im yelling
  Bitch dont kill my vibe, bitch dont kill my vibe
  Bitch dont kill my vibe, bitch dont kill my vibe
  I was running through the six with my
  I was running through the six with my woe
  I dont mess with you
  You little stupid ass trick, I aint messing with you
  You little dumb ass trick, I aint messing with...
  Can’t you see the private jets flying over you?
  Maybach bumper sticker reads: What would Hova do?
  J is chillin, Jimmy is chillin
  What more can I say? We killin em
  Baby, wont you come my way?
  Got something I want to say
  I woke up in a new Bugatti
  I woke up in a new Bugatti
  I woke up in a new Bugatti
  I woke up in a new Bugatti
  Your mom busted in and said, “Whats that noise?
  Its Justin and Jimmy singing Beastie Boys
  You got to fight for your right to party
  You got to fight for your right to party
  Hey, everybody let me hear you say Parrrrrrty
  Justin Timberlake, Jimmy Fallon
  History of Hip-Hop 6
  Lets start the show