Lyrics:
Whoa whoa
We get it started in here
We start the party in here
Might take ya shawty in here
Yeah it is what it is
Don’t get me started in here
I get
Beg borrow
Buy my rap tape tomorrow
Tell DJ Pumpkin ?Keep it crunckin Clyde?
Request my tape when you go inside
So I can take Jane and girl
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
twisted and I'm faded, I'm po'ing up and I'm driving
She foreign and exotic
She a ride it like Ferrari
Give her this and let her pop it
Give her this
all about to get ass
Sam coming through with a bottle of the Cap
Me and Dean 'bout to tube, Mark taking out the trash
Clean up my room, bitches 'bout
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Let me know
Yeah (let me know)
Let me know, let me know (DJ's on the beat, so it's a banger)
If you out here
gonna get started like this
And you know it, you know it
Everybody put your hands in the air
Let me see you put your hands in the air
If you came
the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, yeah...
I got put on by DJ Polo, cut the record, "It's a Demo"
and started chillin in
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
But is that you're girl
She came with a friend
Well tell your friend and her friend let's get it in
They make it rain but I make it storm
Quadriple
a celebration. Drink that shit up till it's gone
I'm telling bitches now.
2020 it's on
Party party party. Let's all get wasted
Text that nigga nowandlater
ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah (say it)
I'm ready to party though, man
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah (say it)
Let's get this party started (woo-oo! Say
get freaky when they get low and they get low (Let's go)
Foreign bitches in the crib, pour em' up a drink if I say so (Let's go)
In the left side
bitches they going insane
Doing this shit with the gang
Hop in a whip now we playing some bangers
Hit em hard let it bang
Blasting speakers from Chicago
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
piece of pussy there's no tell of it
I don't give a damn I'll beat a nigga like he's stole somethin'
And then I'll let the motherfucker know where Ren
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top
Grove Grove Street, flocka!
I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me
Bottle keep poppin' that's why the bad hoes jockin'
It's a party
Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way
by, don't break your neck
Just ask to dance it's the best you'll get
Can't sit with us if you're not eating
Girls want beef but they act vegan
Up too
dropped the bitches off now I'm
Off to my uncle house
Stopped by the liquor store
Nothing but the thugs out
White tees and Chucks
One nigga hit me up like
)
(If you ain't got it, then you can't flaunt it)
Let the roof down, I'm blowin' exotic
Party girls be gettin' it started
(Let the roof down, I'm
the full pound tucked in Amil purse
All you bitches hatin' get a deal first
It's hard work
Raise off the homegirl bitches
Chorus yeah, you know how we do
with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
I need Biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit
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