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A Little Party Never Killed Nobody (All We Got) (Fergie) · Club Mix Tribute to Fergie (International Club DJs) · Party Musical: Tribute to Fergie (Hit Crew) · Yacht Club Swing 1938 (Fats Waller) · Live at the Yacht Club (Fats Waller) · Yacht Club Swing & Other Radio Rareties (Fats Waller) · Live at the Elkhorn Slough Yacht Club (Bryan McConnell) · A Tribute to Fergie (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fergie Remix (Fiord) · Yacht Rock (Commodores) – and 90 other albums »


just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
Attached to your girl like a .jpeg
Party scene turn
a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
Attached to your girl like a .jpeg
Party scene turn
set low.
Everyday like a Mardi-Gras, everybody party all day
No work- all play, ok

So we sip a little something, leave the rest to spill.
Me
set low.
Everyday like a mardi gras- everybody party all day
No work- all play, ok

So we sip a little something, leave the rest to spill.
Me
the jamma
(REWIND)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your
I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause
G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs
Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin'
the jamma
(Rewind)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
The way
how we do it in the summer time)
All those players got a bad ass woman on our side (summertime)
And our diamonds ain't monkey

Summertime in my city
how we do it in the summer time)
All those players got a bad ass woman on our side (summertime)
And our diamonds ain't monkey

Summertime in my city
Whoa
And you say New York City (uh huh)
Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
You been waitin' in the bay for us so long baby
We had
of the buildin' - sprayed up
All for the love of this paper; we misled
By 21 - some'll be dead
By 22 - the rest of these dudes'll be in the Feds
We got change
hoopties to a drop
Killer be killed
Is the attitude I got nigga

[Chorus: x2]

I know you praying I get killed nigga 
He who fears death is in denial
took it up a notch 

And everything that was hot, for $5,000 we copped 

Little Cease, I'd a cop, rock, all types of a satch 

50 G's on the watch,
on my feet no matter what 

Juve got four and B.G. got ten, while my thirty-two golds nigga we all in 

Turk got the red beam team, double are Rolls
the jamma
(Rewind)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way
Federalies gaffling up so keep it tight
These songs to do wrong so fuck being right
Late night hype's the fiends
Nobody serves 'em better to the letter
We
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
drop-top white Corvette
Now he's buying keys, making G's
And all the girls say "Won't you please
Take me" In the City of Dope

See I'm hard as hell, no
type of flow to make 'em make Scream 3
Six rappers being hunted by a killa MC
I never killed a bianca with a 36D
A party with the bitches on my planet
grimy
Don't get It twisted I'm still fly
Still like my bitches with a fat ass and thick thighs
Still shut the club scene down when we hit your city
Yo, yo yo move out of the way
We got missy Elliott coming through
Girl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight
Girl I heard she eats one