I tell you, I tell you, I tell you, I tell you not to hold up
The gang I tell you not to hold up
Better you go money pull up
Any party we book and fill up
We reach levels like the Christie we build up
No matter how you high in the sky you have to look up
We don't want nothing to fall back man
We want a blueprint, we want a plan
We no fence for your lean up
And we be a boss in a rave house clan
Twist your foot Dem, twist your foot Dem
Twist your foot Dem, twist your foot Dem
Twist your foot Dem, twist your foot Dem