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she wants?
She prostituting there
Dissatisfaction fills the nation
I see the greedy people by the minute I see the stupid things
Some things we do for
the people like
I get the crowd jumpin, get the girl's hearts pumpin
All the party people say, "Isn't he somethin?"
Rock from New York City all the way
[Dead men tell no tales.
Up push the daisies till the soil is stale
In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale
Mr. big sleep with the carp
selfies
Point me to the money
Point me to the money
Business, big business
Maybach business
If you ain't with it I don't fuck with you
You
to the mall on the weekend Or some fancy big eaten place
You never notice much what you're missing
When all you have you got by faith
It seemed like every month
the bunion feet
In the melancholy
People wet without a brolly
Up chugged the asthmatic bus
Driven by an apprentice
10 folks on it
We stop, more hop on
Up
box, I rock on the mic
And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like
I get the crowd jumping, get the girl's hearts pumping
All the party people
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
all a desert now
So the people flee to cities in search of greener pastures
Unknowing that the streets
Have been polluted by manufacturers
And so they
I can get this party started
Watch how.
We can do it
[x4]
[Verse 2 - T-Pain]
Nappy boy boy boy boy [x2]
I got my own steps I got my own style
If
need uh, you need to be part of the business class
They know the difference, wouldn't dare to speak it
Stationary from the temple of the nappy Jesus
they got Moose and Bear and eagles flying free
Deer stands hunting shacks campfires kicked back
Good people the farmer stopped by with a fresh sweet corn
tracks smash people
I chill up in the regal Eagle
And plus it clap happy all of them hoes that's born happy
I rip nappy, nature's to cut the roof off
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
a goof
Now I party every day
[Radio Station Transition #1]
That was a good one
(Heeeeee!)
That was a good one
People we’re moving on
We’re moving on qui-
the barbed fence
Get over the pile of strange fruit, with the nappy headed slave stench
Think my people fear that faded rebel flag
The south new slavery wasn’t
She was a real deal farmer's daughter,
Raised on corn bread, drank well water.
The girl next door, but a little bit hotter,
Than anything you ever
land to the big corporations
What you gonna do when they get it all
He's been rolled for sure treated like a outlaw
Turned down sold out, put out
put the foot, back, in the pack
And let me tell you party people just who we be
With the help of Big Bank and the Master G
So get up, throwdown
put the foot, back, in the pack
And let me tell you party people just who we be
With the help of Big Bank and the Master G
So get up, throwdown
be taking teams,
whether they like it or not, even though guess
I'll make his debut beginning then they'll be here not only by the people and without
Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
You know I'm coming by the smell
I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air
Party
I live by the code, I die by the code
Won't catch me slipping, must be tripping
Cash round here I'm flipping, ladies always tipping
I return that
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