Lyrics:
like to party
I am Shaq and they are Vlade; boy you softer than Chobani
While I'm wavy; John Tsunami, what I'm kickin is karate
If your mission is my
the stench
We get them grammies in by the cents
Popping the xannies like I got no sense
Ratchet city bitch I come from the trench
Fuck up the mall now I feel
shooting
Over my purse
It's true
They really call me woo
Really got the cookie
And I really got the glue
Never plan my day
Never knowing what to do
the room
Jump in the Beam in that 2x2 (by 2
Don't pree that's my snack and she looking sweet
Set your eyes boy then it's too deep
My life's a party I got
Theresa May
Recently, I've been forcing rhymes
Eminem does it all the time
Now Shady's forty-five
Anyone still check Shade 45?
By the way, Oliver Age 24
round 5 p
But tell me you know the areas where them hoes be
Cause last week
That party was deader than a zombie
And I’m not tryna have repeat
So once
cannot describe scribe scribe
How you make me feel
9 to 5
24/7
9 to 5
24/7
Baby your love is true
I'm so glad I am with you
9 to 5
24/7
9 to 5
24/7
Baby
[LA The Darkman]
It's 9-5, I survive, Park shit is still real
You know stacks, money, drugs and the whole ordeal
Murderers that kill, Alize makes me
an outlaw
When I got the revolver
I'm shootin 6
Five guys wit me
When we pull up to the party
Get poppin wit these chicks
Got her suckin up on my eggs
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Message" was blastin
UTFO was next, then Inspector Gadget
Had to be near a bastard to see mean shots
Never was a killer, couldn't make it to my 13 box
5 cent
rappers
Thinking they 'gon discover you
News flash this is not
Nineteen ninety five
Record labels stealing cents out the artists lives
Ill advised by
Chorus 7X: sample
Soon as the bass kick
[Shyheim]
There's a party goin on 5c-75
Everyone's gonna be there I bet it be live
Ran home mad quick jumped
the way to my belly (belly)
Lord to devil in housing - cause roxing by the gallon
We vitally known for my spittery - see all type of people asking me-
to blast off heat
Quik told me to be all I can be
Nate is my dogg him and warren g
They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat
And even 50 cent said
we do that often
Two bad bitches, thick like horses
Let 'em snort cocaine at a party
Leave 'em stiff like rigor mortis
Don't try to race, this car
up at a certain time
Sit and dine drink the finest wine
Ice over Cristal
Lay back peep the the scenery still and a pimp smile
In a little while
Better
Tell me, who’s gonna wait till it’s over
I know that you want my body
But now that the party’s over
Baby tell me
When are you coming over
It’s
looks snow white-ish
Come on
[Chorus]
If you want to party come and shake your body
If you want to party put 'em in the air
Over there, over
dues
Take your Johnson, your Mercury or your Evinrude and fire it up
Meet us out at party cove
Come on in the waters fine
Just idle on over, and toss
and scrape up for a bite to eat
If Denaun and me find a couple dimes a piece
Twenty five cents each'd get us a bag of chips
We'd be glad to get that even we
going two ways
"Oye"
God bless Uncle Al but knowin him MIA was probably engraved
on the tombstone that stands over his grave to this day!
HEY
So if your
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
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