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seems the after-party has been moved to your house, to your house 
It's a special night of anticipation 
The moonbeams strong on the old Bandshell
sixty
Gimme the mic an I'ma solve all mystery
I dare any punk to try to step up and diss me
'cause when he do, that's when he kiss dee
Titles go by
you ugly keep you hands by yo side
But if you not then put em' in the sky
And if you knowin' what it is
There's a party at the crib
Come and party
Ah ah, I never saw so many people tonight 
I mean y'all all got it crowded up in here and that's good 
I'm glad that y'all givin' it up for him,
I met you at a party or on a crowded street

A silent singularity when glances chanced to meet

You looked into my glasses, said you'd seen a ghost
[Government of the people]
[For the people]
[By the people]

News reporter:
Earlier today in Broward County, appalling court
judges upheld
Government of the people]
[For the people]
[By the people]
News reporter:
Earlier today in Broward County, appalling court
Judges upheld
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse 
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts 
Yeah, ha hah! 
On the wheels
coming through like a champ at it
after the house party the boy's still trampin'
competition done it's automatic
if you got beef or want to start static
fiya! Yes sir

We hit makin', hit breakin'
Party shakin', innovator
Groundbreakin', sole creator
We be the most anticipated
Hit makin', hit breakin'
baby GAP shirts off, too
You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my album
Damn!
and sirens
Niggas open fire
Buncha Thug Life niggas on the rise
Until I die
Ask me why I'm a Boss Player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas Can't C Me
to the crib-o
Is it Rambo? No, the mic ammo
Stompin' you down on the ground, task forces
Let you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses
Any show, any tour, we house
party
Yo by the way, go get my album
Damn! 

[Chorus]
Verse One:

Dres --

Black Sheep, in your house, party people you remember
The two that served your whole crew like the bartender
It's dynamic D,
too
You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my album
Damn!
too
You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my album
Damn!
from 15, ay
Now shit changed a lot, ay
Six houses 20 cars, ay
Seven hundred thousand on some jewelry
Now they know a nigga large, ay
All of them
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside
Walk past MCs like that girl did
you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta

And you can't stand it, so what do you say
Too $hort can't rap, no
real. 
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. 
Said everybody
Shine. 
See'mon."

It's not luck that I'm sittin' here 
Spittin' for y'all.
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Cause they just wanna live through me vicariously (vicariously)
Fashion weekend, Paris week, party like a rock star
Get blown by a top model till she
they see me, point and stare at me
'Cause they just wanna live through me vicariously
Fashion weekend, Paris week, party like a rock star
Get blown by