Lyrics:
and the rocket sled itself got lunched!
By a famous mountain-in and his small, wooden wife.
Good bye to las vegas
Farewell to the lounges
We pulled a few
extra ass bitch
Plus I keep a gat at arm reach
You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where your car keys
Crack topic, back block it
get tha party started right without that
Let's do it
Ya want me ta jam
I'm finna
Inna
Brain waves made from insane days make ya sick like bad mayonaise
Runnin' from the party, "boys in blue" pull up with sirens
Of course they caught the function, baby, this ain't rocket science
Sippin' on that Malibu like
dance (Put your socket in my outlet)
I said dance (Plug in however you want it)
Da-dance (Cumming like a sky rocket)
I step in the party like 1
I step in
I was working in the lab, late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab, began to rise
And suddenly to my
a flash
(They played the mash) They played the monster mash
Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened
I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
shit, me, I'm 'bout to go ape shit
Got eight chicks on eight molly's and they about to take eight trips
Dice game, eight trips, got a Houston Rocket
rain,
I know you been smoking weed but we so very far from the same,
I got me a rocket with some BASS it bumpin all along the milky way,
Welcome
The first time I met him was at a party. He was surrounded by a group of people and he was giving short lectures about all the stuff he had learned, going
on them, me, boy
Scared, jungle this, them haunts the war, but not them get this
Then they wonder why, so them count the penny
Party by must skill and pop
I used to live in a one room apartment i moved down the street cuz i needed more space
Makin a record from my bedroom closet just pissed
eat, man (Okay!)
I will brew a soup (Yeah!)
I am from Peru (Yeah!)
Start a war between the continents
Rocket full of pocket lint
Lackin' human
right on, right one
(Right on, right on)
All my niggas rollin chevy's on deep-dish chrome, ride on ride on
(Ride on, ride on)
I still rock the party
the hate cause when you great you can't get away from it
I'm a diamond in the rough
I don't crack under pressure, I was made from it
Woah
Smoking exotic,
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
inches and stepped off the half ounce I was standing on
My regular customer and I were out by the gas pump smoking a joint at three in the morning
From
crack?
The dark shattered underbelly of the American dream
Avoid it like the plague
It stares you from your bathroom mirror
Drown!
I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
home by one
But say fuck it I 'ma crank up!
Fuck it I'ma crank up! (The party's gettin' started and I ain't gonna miss it)
But say fuck it I'ma crank up!
YOLO, I'mma shout it out
We party hard, we yell it out
Disrespect me, knock him out
Crack a smile, Pacquiao
Fuck the VIP, I'm in the crowd
Me and Britney,
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