Lyrics:
Falafel
No Soho house there's no falafel
Too many agents, too many managers
People sayin' words just to fill
Up all the calendars
That's why I moved from LA
bring the party and we kill it all night
So we sat by candle light, and told the old story
It was the night before Christmas,
and all through the house
the remote
Fell asleep to a infomercial
Woke up in her mouth, reruns of Full House
Followed by some Urkel
OG my strain, rarely do I blaze purple
Some of them
Where the party at?
Might own even my own shit
Aye
I been in the house too long
Turn the music up,
My drink might be too strong
We outside
Getting so lit
All the ladies of the canyon
Wearing black to the house parties
Crosby, Stills and Nash is playing
Wine is flowing with Bacardi
But sometimes
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
the house
Get get get get on the floor
Get on the floor,
D E E P G come on rock the house everyone
Get get get get on the floor
Hey baby you are moonlight,
of Schindler's while
We hang up a swastika
You never saw nobody sicker
I'll light a cop on fire and
Laugh while the flames flicker
Dump a bloody baby in
walk up to her and say
"Baby", (say Baby!) you look up way up at her green mascara
And you say "Oh my darling
You know her and me was at the party
What about by my body, body?
I'm in the house all alone, you rather go and party?
What about my body, body?
You don't want my body, body?
Acting like
PRODUCED BY ANG'GEON EMETREA ]
Ang'Geon & E Equals MC
[ INTRO]:
Woooweee (Ooooweee)
Dont you know, US: TheFolks?!
Man, you see Ol' Girl swinging
This year we outside for the summa baby, ain't got no time to be inside cause we going crazy
Let's smoke something, drink something, let's vibe baby
Grab baby by the hand come on vibe with me
All in my closet trying to see what I’m a rock yes
All my woes drippy drippy looking like a sauce fest
Blessed
It's a gangsta party
Blow it in the air, baby
I want all the smoke
Bring it over here, baby
Got you on call, bang on this, babe
I'ma pull your card,
you in a bag and sell it
Wrap it up and never tell
Acid tabs on the shelf
I ain't gonna take all by my self
We go party till we passed out
We don't
Everything you
Everything you
We had a house party
I was just out my mind
I was just out my body
I ain't even mean to fuck her
So she not anybody
I
"Baby", (say Baby!) you look up way up at her green mascara
And you say "Oh my darling,
You know her and me was at the party as friends -
Do not
It's hotter than them bitches sitting in the free clinic, nigga
You know what I'm sizzlin'?
It's time to get this party started right, baby.
Ah,
in one do tour make 'em sick with no cure,
As she sits by da bar she sips cristy,
In the mist of da party,
They bump hits by J.D.,
Da B-R-A-T, we
then I'll fuck y'all
When you call me the next day
To get sexed by a nigga in the best way
Yeah, baby, it's a price to pay
Only play in the fast
And you can stay at my house and...
Come and take your backpack
I'll tell you where the class at
Ten thousand hours baby
Ten thousand
hoes
What's that rhythm what's that sound
Party people getting down
When it hit the baddest man
Just breathe in, till then
And keep it movin, baby keep
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
alone by myslef
All these people don't say sorry
I've been trying to get over
But I'm feeling a bit corny
Baby take your friends to the party
I'm sad
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