[Postaboy]   Uh, yeah, yeah   Harlem, Postaboy, let's go   Harlem, PB, Pete Rock, woo woo   Uhh, let's go      I'ma show you how we get down like, with this pound like   Since I'm in a Caddy P this what it sound like   Uhh, yeah this what you clowns like   And since you're on my dick nigga this what uptown like   Geah, I'm on top of my A game   Blew two hundred thou', got it back on the haste gang   Posta back in the building   The 106 hall of famer t-shirt is back in the ceiling   I'm a new artist but it's like I'm platinum plus   E'ry day, spend superstar rapper bucks   Go to the dealer, cop trucks after trucks   High as a kite, rollin dutch after dutch   Honey leavin the scene with me   Now she wanna get a room, but at 119 with me   Lowrider jeans, fanny pokin out the pants   Do the snake, the wop and the uh-oh dance, ohh!      [Chorus]   Make way it's the Postaboy   Yeah the Postaboy, with the Wonder Boy   We got the ladies in the club makin all that noise   Winning Team outside, you don't see our toys (woo woo)   Make way it's the Postaboy   Yeah the Postaboy, with the Wonder Boy   They got the ladies in the crowd makin all that noise   Beep beep, I'm a boss, I don't drive my toys      [Postaboy]   You can find me uptown, uptown, low in cement B's   Rollin up in the club like the {?}   I don't know why you hate me, I'm tryin to date me   a hot mami like Tammy at AE   Jump, I say that I'm focused   And just how thirsty all these hoes is   Wide door knockers with the rings in they noses   I J, then they knockin at my door like Jehovahs   I start checkin my peep mo'   I come from Harlem, the home of the hustler negroes   Like, R.P., Alpo   Jim Ice, Nicky Barnes, and my nigga Bumpy John   All I need is a pair of my Pro*Keds   Half moon part and a two-wheel moped   Quarter water, Jimmy Chu's for my honey   It's the Postaboy, Winning Team, good money      [Chorus]      [Postaboy]   I said throw yo' lighters in the motherfuckin urr   The roof on fire and not a muh'fucker curr   There's so many bunnies and I'm seein over her   Every time I turn around, couple durr, couple durr   Hey! I'm mean mixin my two-step   Now little birdie wanna call me Hugh Hef'   Pimp so hard 'til there ain't no juice left   I been around the world, I done toured the U.S.      Here we go, c'mon   Now here we go, c'mon   Now here we go, c'mon   Now here we go, c'mon   Yeah!      [Chorus] - 2X