Lyrics:
cray all day, it's my full time job
Wild like a wolfpack, howlin' at the moon
Attack, attack, you've been bitten by the wolf
I ain't going nowhere, let
[Kanye West] + (Ludacris + Shawnna)
Now, blaze that!
(Stand up!) (uh) (stand up!) (yeah)
(Stand up!) (uh) (stand up!) (uh)
[Chorus: Ludacris +
and pickin' up tags off the flo'
Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall
On the corner with the Glock by the balls
Servin' up a jab
Oh-woah-oh
Oh-woah-oh
The party's over
Oh-woah-oh
Oh-woah-oh
The party's over
I woke up in the afternoon
With a brand new face tattoo
On the side
opinion, you weren't half-bad"
She picked up a rock, threw it at the car
Hit him in the head, now he's got a big scar
Come on, party people, won't you
A closet full of glad rags
All tucked away in a bed that's swank
Two sedans and the latest sports car
Plus a lot of money in the bank
Baby, just give
Hong Kong is up for grabs, London is full of Arabs
You could be in Palestine, overrun by the Chinese line
With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames
to get up into and we found it
If you had a problem with a nigga we was down with
We rolled by your set and shot your whole click down, bitch
Niggas
they hear the champion: Watch out!
We've made tragedy, ripped up sporadically and [Repeat x4]
Gimme ride at the party with the bump full of Pearl
Rolling up in paper planes
Wonderin' if we need to change
All I ever wanted was lights, cameras, action
People staring at night, cameras
of the buildin' - sprayed up
All for the love of this paper; we misled
By 21 - some'll be dead
By 22 - the rest of these dudes'll be in the Feds
We got change
still strive
Time to celebrate my life
Bitch I'm lit I just turned 20
But I've been acting like I'm 21
Since 15 I've been pouring up
Having house parties
on a party for sure
You've got yours (yeah)
I've got mine's and we're ballin' (like a motherfucker)
So call up everybody (uh huh)
Let's pitch in on a party
I can pull up in a big truck
Pull up in a ‘Rari
I dream big I ain’t gotta say sorry
Welcome to my dream it’s a Lifestyle Party
Welcome to my dream
time no hear, man, what's up?
[James A. Smith]
Say man
People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
[Too Black Records representative]
and merry Johnny Rotten
Chewed up and swallowed by the profit they were trying to follow
Bit too green and we paid no tax on our quick romantic cul de sac
the chance
Uglyboikliques back bitch its time to dance
Pull up to the party wear ya mask dont shake no hands
Better keep ya fuckin distance when you see me
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the soulful records that are tasteful
Last night the DJ saved my life
'Cause
So we gone party for the moment, turn up for the moment
We gone party all the pain away
Life is full of bullshit, and we get tired of the bullshit
So
down
The floor gets packed the bar gets full
I don't like life when things get dull
The hen party have saved the night
And freed themselves from drunken
up wanting much more
Waits for the bell to ring
But no-one's at the door.
Living in a jail house
A cell of his own
Will he ever have his freedom
Inside
Ridin' up to your party
Smoking all of your weed
Fucking all of your bitches
Popping all of these beans
Taking all of your money
Sipping all of this
that comes in this world
The world's full of hate discrimination and sin
People judgin' other people by the color of skin
I'll attack this matter, in
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