Lyrics:
Jeff comes back with his Technics 12
We slap high fives and start cause it's time to raise hell
Bam is right beside me, people rushin the door
Charlie
can’t compare
Challenge me you wouldn’t dare
CurryThaKing y’all be aware
If you hate me I don’t care
keep yo bitch ass over there
Snachen hoes by
over the ocean
And you still over there on that old shit
I been had yo chick bagged
Yo bitch with no foreplay
Hit her with a little bit of vocab
That
(Na, try down across the street, I
Think that nigga keep one, i don't know)
I'm finna head over there and
I'mma be right back
(Fuck what you doing, man?
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state
fly and had to try my try
Who knew 6 months later dat I would be your guy
Dat I would be tha one to comfort you when your sad
And bend dat ass over
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
to the real, never hooker over homie
[Catch your dime and dollar ?], I can make you hollar
Girls break they necks when I'm in it in impala
I like they [can
get it straight i aint a crook just aint livin by tha book
but tha head game known so these pussy nigga shook
get ya diamond chain took just to find out
I'm straight out tha jungle
Keep 'bout five pounds and we ain't even tryin' to hustle
Y'all already know how that go
Yesir look her
Me?
I come
Try not to pine in my nine
I try to stay kind insteadd it plus pealin, plealin
That splif, roll over that shove it
Find tha po po beatin, down ya doe
to piss
Watchin you homo niggas pop that Crys
Drop by me hangin out that rich
See if a nigga don't chop it off
Y'all niggas talk too much shit
Y'all need
on them, me, boy
Scared, jungle this, them haunts the war, but not them get this
Then they wonder why, so them count the penny
Party by must skill and pop
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
Then why would I bother
If she ain't keepin it real
Then why would I holla
She come over by the crib
House comes with a lake
Eat as much
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
playas waitin' to ball like 6th men
I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred
Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's ride
On the pavement
And torture chambers down in the basement
Cobwebs hangin' over your head
And music bein' played by the Grateful Dead
And spinnin' on the turntables
inside man the party pursues
Cuz I roll with a bunch of drunken partying fools
We got girls dancing on the tables upstairs
Knocking over empties and half
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
weak
Fifteen dollar snack pack all over your feet
Parties over, take it on the chin
That last drink has done you in
listening to some classical music
(that sounds relaxing)
Nothing major no parties
(that sounds fun)
So come on over and chill.
(Ok)
Please don’t have a heart
Hey uh I like that beat that MC Lyte got
Johnny J flip that shit
Let's do that shit over
Let's do that shit like you
Know Death Row style, you feel
over, relax and don't put up a fight
I said we gonna throw a party tonight
Grab yourself a cold one and let's smoke through the night
I said we gonna
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