Lyrics:
on the door we don't let them in
Im going going back home, Monte Carlo
9-8-triple 0 is my residence
Evil super model, she know how to swallow
Drown pain with
Champagne pourin' in your mouth
Called your friends from out of town
Got the party bag with the purple pills
And I'm waiting for you by the window, yeah
rhymes
Carlos Rossi
Top of the line rhymes, Carlos Rossi, Carlos Rossi
Top of the line rhymes Carlos Rossi, yeah they always on my mind
Imma keep it
can't wait to play
Get lost in track like Jack and Kate
Gave you my word and me never lie
Only in church man would I testify
You is my brethren, I'm your
sometimes
Maybe don't party at all
Party party party party party
Party all the time
Party sometimes
Maybe don't party at all
Party party party party party
by side, my brethren, my OG
If I don't know you, then how do you know me
Celebrate with the guys let's raise a toast G
That's my best friend, enemies
makes the world go 'round
Who made the beat? Charlie (yee)
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier
golden kinda shine
So I rolled up hot rod
Outspoken hot shot
Know I'm gonna get it but I know that it's a long shot
I don't even care
Got her hair up in my
Stop guessing
Don’t question
My flow is destined
Stop arresting my brethren
For your collection
Find something better than
Fronting like you
medicate
It's up to you to determinate what my verses say
It's uncut, young buck, we don't perforate
I gotta question is there heaven for the reverend
Are
Just me and my crew
'Cause all we wanna do is
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party
Am I just wastin' my
youngin' in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell 'em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All
Where done and you go rise
Shades of Culture brethren
Come y'all fee shine
Yo, my action's action packed like the Shaolin versus the Lama
I'm
youngin' in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell 'em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
dogs going to heaven
Send you to god I hang with my brethren
Been through it all Check where I'm stepping
Footprints of the devil
I'm so heavy metal
You
Party 101 (Yeah), party 101
Don't you bring that gun
Party 101 (Sounds exactly how it looks, look)
Party 101 (Alright, okay, okay)
Okay, I'm
I'm creeping with a fine bright bitch
Aston Martin got a new thing that I just might get
And if Puffy give a party he invite my clique
We gone pop that
Yeah, uh
(Uhuh, uhuh)
We gonna party cause
The party don't stop tonight
We gonna party cause
The party don't stop tonight
The party just don't stop
Even if the missions deferred
I'm at the round table enjoying the company of my comrades
No news of anyone dying by the state
(It's all longevity)
Health
put it like that
Party don't end till the sun come up
She like drip from my designer
Roar from the Gucci tiger
The neighbors think we made music, she
written by Carlos cscanio
Lyrics by Carlos cscanio
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Vocals: Carlos cscanio
Guitars: Carlos cscanio
Keyboards: Carlos cscanio
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