Lyrics:
Some of my friends came by from the neighborhood
The people startin' a climb the walls
Ooh, it looks like everybody is having a ball
Oh, what
through with the tools and Glocks
Party don't rock like it used to rock
Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
I beat a nigga up up out his shoes and socks
Some of my friends came by from the neighborhood
The people startin' a climb the walls
Ooh, it looks like everybody is having a ball
Oh, what
you believe dem
You can ask Ese hmm or you can ask Ogado
Or you can ask my brethren Dambo
And they will confirm this information about the trials
Peace my brethren the streets reverend triple sevens
Surround my cloud my mind slide to the heavens
Righteous hearts don't rest we all marked for death
eyes closed
Go figure, skinny nigga with a suit on
Bunch of bad bitches, yeah, they like me nigga, who don't?
Drop top, everything
We party like
won't learn the truth from me
I don't want their sympathy
You go to parties, dances and shows
I still love you but no one knows
Maybe some how, some
show your bitch astronomy (Carlo Carlo)
Put my dick in her biology (Yuh)
Getting money so don't bother me (Cash)
Getting money so don't bother me (Cash)
On the east side that's where I met my Ramona
"I want to go to a party " that's what she said
Lonely that's what I've been
Here's my telephone
was a landslide
Somehow I'm thrilled by all he says
High on his campaign promises
I don't wanna come down
I don't wanna come down
But no promises he
afternoon.
I'm reeling in the music
And I've only had a few.
And I'm afraid
By the way we grow old,
My darling.
Abrupt, too moody,
You making our party list.
The sovereign
Before the crime
Were persisting
Oh, clouds in those windy rooms
Are stormy with greed
Always two parties are
Too spiteful to succeed
They don
banjo and my harmonica too
I'll capture the essence the spirit of the view (ooh-yeah)
Now the sun sets low painting skies with fire
Don Carlos rides
don't bring me nothin'
You and me for the holiday
Sittin' by the fire, carolling
Don't buy me anything
Just put your hands all over me
'Cause you,
I don't know but I've been told
The streets of hell are paved with gold
Crazy, crazy
You told me that nothing's free
Except my own insanity
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
sippin', I'ma down a whole bottle
Hard liquor, hard truth, can't swallow
Need a bartender, put me out my sorrow
Wake up the next day in the Monte Carlo
your booty over here
Baby, it's my party, yeah, it's my night
So when they're lookin' at you, be by my side
Yeah, it's the best thing about you,
just keep on floatin', by
Bitches don't even say "hi" no more
All that attitude and you beggin' for some dope? Nope
You give it up for the blunt, huh?
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my
I don't need nobody
tell me what to do
You can't wear me out baby
I ain't gonna live like you
I don't need nobody
Sayin' their party speaks
to your maker, fuckin' around with my paper, 'cause I
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on,
the message, to the receiver,
Hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, a couple of visas,
You don't even know my real name
High on a hillside,
row by herself
That's me, that's me
And a man at the altar says "I do" to someone else
That's him, that's him
As the wedding party leaves throwing
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