Maestro 416-905 (to Party Anthem) Lyrics

416-905 (to Party Anthem) Lyrics

[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
Take Tyra to the bank, make Stacey wanna
dash
Seen the gate open, I'll be there went it closes
Black Moses,
slashing guns from the roses
Misdemeanor, blown up like Hiroshima
I love
hip-hop like Scarface loved Gina
You're appluading this,
astrologist
Words flex like a nidlest
I'm writin' words like a
Novelist
Paragraph's gonna bury ya
Make the dance floor move like
Jamiriquai
Get out the area
Take another blast of this nastiness, you
blasphamis
Adversaries, they master this
Stylin', I'm a splash you, when
I crash through
(Maestro's on the radio)
Crash crew knows I'm
funky
Female rappers wanna hump me
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

[Maestro]
Yo yo yo
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
Mad
Sedonians know, I'm showin 'em
How to rock the auditorium
Vocally, I get
high like Method Man and Reggie Noble be
Poetry, laced with my
potency
Deadly with the loose leaf, 2-Rude produced beats
I chill out,
ease back, like Kool Kieth

[Chorus]

[LaToya & Miranda]
Come on
and do it
Do it
Yeah, come on, right
Come on and do it
What you
wanna do?
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
We make it hot like a suana
More dope than marijuana
Metaphors
got kick like Maradona
Like King Solomon, when I start polyin'
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?)
T to the dot, O to the 'nother dot
Know who makes the party
hot

[Chorus]