Lyrics:
guess
On why my people on the whole seem to be such a mess
Genocide, the deliberate extermination of a race, culture, or an entire nation
Centuries ago
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
Party people are you with me?
Are you with me party people? (Repeat: x 4]
To the beat y'all and you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make
The party was at a dead stand still
People sittin' around no music
The situation was somewhat confusing
But I'm a detective I knew right away what happened
(Mason)
Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause
a long way so it don't phase me
How radio don't play me but critics still praise me
Recently resurrected, shaped by evolution
Did it like that, now we here
and things were ill
The party was at a dead stand still
People sittin' around no music
The situation was somewhat confusing
But I'm a detective I knew
skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill (BOOM!)
Elbow grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom (BOOM!)
Party people gather
like that y'all
Cruisin' down the street in my jett-black Volvo
Rockin' to the radio playin' [song name]
Heads all turn as I drive by
As I wave
water while we eat fruits
The radio pumps, rockin to L.O.N.S. and yes
the girls display flesh by the way they dress
[Prince Poetry]
The Ave surprises,
to explain it to you like this
See, a rap attack means..
[ Jalil ]
Deejays jammin in the street
MC's rappin to the beat
The people downstairs sayin they can't
of deposit dropping I'm paying bills
Belly full from lobster tails cause we ain't missing meals
Private party with my brothers we kick it in the hills
Spraying
(bad mutha)
[verse 1]
Turn up the radio, better yet the phonograph
And I'ma school the suckers who don't know the half
I'm not a legend, I'm real
Jurrasic 5 Together
Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm
Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
Big, bad,
track
Talkin about you was an MC was not the move
Cause if you said you had skill, well then you had to show and prove
And if there ever was a party, son
started with tears on your pillow crying deep inside life is a highway as cars pass on by turn up the radio for that same old tune because it happened so
Verse
My town is changing as years go by from summer to winter
The warmth of the streets slowly turning so much colder
Nights always lighted, party
people are a trip, man
Put everybody down about what's up with that
Yo word, man i gotta let em know i gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl
By
Okay, hold up, wait a minute, all good just a week ago
Crew at my house and we party every weekend so
On the radio, that's my favorite song
Make me bounce
dies in the name of grave mistakes
That we all make
Believe that we're getting by treating ourselves wrong
Throw me a reindeer John letter party
and peaches are grown.
It's in this big city great people do dwell
Ten story houses, you all know them well
There's Dailys, and Reinholds, McDuffs by
And they'll fill up the atmopshere
with people that came to party, and have a good time
So when I'm gone, I'm sure, you understood the rhyme
Because
are the ones with the sex appeal
Dre to the rhythm while I break it on down
Rock the party people to the big beat sound
Rock!
Devastatin' rockers
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