Lyrics:
with innuendos
Or the newest Nintendo, I'm kickin’ through the sensor's door
You cannot censor what your senses do not sense so get some, go
1, 2, 3
Party people, party people, do you wanna get funky?
Get down, get down, you know
Up jump the boogie, so I've jumped up with it
We smoke weed by
to remain calm
in front of doctors,
waiting for the next parade of infants
to melt through their doors.
He died on this street that night,
fueled by
where the party's at
It's uptown in the Boogie Down so don't sleep
On that Non Fiction hit by Black Sheep
Dres --
Be the be -be , L-L-L, L-A-see-K
S-H,
funnel that's black
I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote
It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
And they would
The basement, yes where the beats and the rhymes flow
Peace I gotta go, grapster’s out the door of the basement
Of the basement! next we got, a special guest
funnel that's black
I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote
It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
And they would
lumber got so now
They try and yard a young black bumbaclot
It was Ed Lover’s birthday party
A block from the spot
On stage, I heard some off-beat "Lick
when the ends low
I ain't trippin, no more peeping through the window
Aye mami, how you doin? What's happening?
Me and you can throw a party in a mansion
was a glorious time
There were wise guys everywhere, we were around
Twenty one, twenty two at the time
Yeah every place we go, every party
People would
[INTRO]
17 o'clock on dot
Somewhere in the universe
(yeeeeee)
Can you handle the fame?
Can you handle the greatest party
kick door
Ain't nobody be messing with Chris, Ho
Yeah All black fit and I'm ready Kick it
Imma need her and her friend
Roll one up, yeah I'm feeling
war"
Thought we were better, without the girl next door.
Her eyes welled up with tears, she ran off cryin',
We laughed, called her a girl, and stormed
sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
But why they still riding to your old shit?
Party by
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
shove a quarter that I made into the coin slot
Rapping a party till I heard a gun go pop
Everybody running in the smoke and out the door
Pop pop pop
spine
Now respect my fuckin' mind how I'ma hit that from behind
Got a ho across the court
And my lil' boo stay next door
I'm getting tired of you
spine
Now respect my fuckin' mind how I'ma hit that from behind
Got a ho across the court
And my lil' boo stay next door
I'm getting tired of you
the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
(Number two)
Jagged edge, rockin' God, hard
We`re gonna drink enough tonight to drown the average army
By New Year`s Day the next door neighbour will be goin' barmy
The milkman arrives
writing the same rhyme
By now I should get with the times
Got to elevate to the next level
So I can be on the next mental
Install fear into every devil
I'm
through
You not T-Boz baby, I'm not tryin to Creep Wit you
Next a reggae set, freaks flippin they wigs
Bouncers by the door beatin brothers like bad kids
living on landmines
Our worth is diminished to minerals, this is mankind
No, this ain't no pity party
This trail isn't made of sorrys
It's simply
every day by day
Turn up all night everyday Friday
Got party at the next door
And you know we go to party at the next door
Holla at my niggas tell them
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