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there's a party at a rich dude's house
Whoa, there's a party at a rich dude's house
If ya wanna go, let me know
We're gonna fight till we do it right
So
dude just grabbed my junk (whoa)
Now I know how Ke$ha must be feelin'
(Like, what is with everyone?)

Bros tried to turn me upside down
I put a keg
dude just grabbed my junk (whoa)
Now I know how Ke$ha must be feelin'
(Like, what is with everyone?)

Bros tried to turn me upside down
I put a keg
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear, Jersey's here
Some dude's got problems wit me
Over there, I ain't scared
Some people see me creep
To paint the world by numbers is all I want to do

Painting by numbers is easy to do
Painting by numbers I want to paint you

And when I'm rich
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear, Jersey's here
Some dude's got problems wit me
Over there, I ain't scared
Some people see me creep
Got the drinks and the ladies and the party ice
And by kick it we mean hanging out, dude
I'm not kicking something with my foot

We're rolling with
And as we looked up this weird dude stood
I guess he was standing about four feet five
With a nonchalance and a joie de vivre
His face was grinning from side
valley I'll make your balloon pop
Pop stars like you, you need a dude like me
To appreciate your wealth
I know you got an elevator in your house
But with
Jinga jinga we got the linga with 
So much heat its hard for us to 
Pick the first singer.it don't 

Matter 'cause I'm undergroud anyways 
Rich
SALAD AND LETS TAKE A BALLID. 
AND WHO GONNA INVITE THE HOES 
THAT MAKE THE PARTY VALID? 
'cause WE don't NEED A WHOLE CRIB 
FULL OF DUDE'S AGAIN.AND
the weather
With some DJ dude with his shiny boots of leather
And his new found love of romance
And by that he means sex
But there's a falcon crest side
quietly die

Every party’s got its pity
Especially when it’s time to go
Between the sun and all its moons
The biggest love I’ve found is in you
When
[Intro]
{"One-two one-two"}
... W, K, why, A
Haha, Def Squad niggaz
{"One-two one-two"}
Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla, Gilla House
Ooh {"So let's do
Somebody play the potato
Let's take a ballad
On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid
'Cause we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again
I got everything that a dude could want 
House in the hills made by Louis Vuitton 
But when I dance in the spot 
All the ladies cut 
‘Cause it
old, met her, fell in love wit her
I saved that ho cause she bring more hoes
She major yo, the way she left them other dudes cold

Heart-broken she
for half a mill nigga that's all
See a broad Gucci mane ill buy
The same dude you shop wit I'm his supplier

Gucci Gucci Gucci yours truly that's me
surrounded by titties and asses

Spend a lot of money on some brand new clothes
Tryin' to impress these brand new hoes
Laugh every time I have sex with
mouth bass
Sippin' wine out the glass, Teddy Pendergrass blast
When the phone ring, the house lights flash

Turned down the sound, let's get down
without running out of patience
Move in silence without running up in places
Cake by the layers
Rich but never famous
Hustle anonymous still remain nameless
EPMD, and Ice Cube
House of Pain: funky blunted ass white dudes
Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas
Digital Underground: my real niggas
Raw Fusion,
(That's why my dudes love me I let them do them.
You either gonna be rich or famous fuckin' wit' me, probably both.
If you happen to brush shoulders wit
you ugly keep you hands by yo side
But if you not then put em' in the sky
And if you knowin' what it is
There's a party at the crib
Come and party
Shake them niggas
Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout
Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields
She's a rich fiend,