Lyrics:
alarms and the millimeter
I'm a do or die ol' playa for my people
Follow a leader I'm my brotha's keeper, for real
I'ma have me a big nice Caddy
motivated by the funky groove
You can see me and Earl chillin' on the block
With my box cold kickin' with the gangster rock
See people can't stop me,
of times
In K.R West
Can't forget slept with a W fresh
A Big shot upon freestyle from the shit thirty pieces
Let's do this for the people
Let's make
government of the people, by the people and for the people
Shall not perish from the Earth."
Abraham Lincoln said that on November 19, 1863 at Gettysburg,
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right, y'all, we more than rough, we callin'
taxes on the pig sty
Farmer jack sends the police right to their door to evict em all
Big and small
They don't own anything
And farmer jack owns the tire
Hello, wherever you are
Are you dancing on the dance floor or drinking by the bar?
Tonight we do it big, and shine like stars
We don't give a fuck
and Glyphosate sprayed back to back
Fuck the FDA and all the people that got their back
Send love to our farmers no matter if they're large or small
We love every
with the people you see
And watch the kids dance 'round the big Christmas tree.
There's talking and laughing and songs in the air
And the spirit
Yeah
I see you, big bro
I'ma kill these niggas, man
Yeah (haha)
Straight off the block wit' it
Eagle Street to be specific
I'm peepin'
Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
You know I'm coming by the smell
I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air
Party
with the people you see,
And watch the kids dance around the big Christmas tree.
You ask about work and you ask about pay,
They'll tell you they
Mpls funkin' house from east 2 west
Mpls funkin' (shut up)
Mpls - clinton listen, a on test
Mpls funkin' (shut up)
(funkin')
Other people's parties they
All good
It's all good
Big politician telling lies
Restaurant kitchen all full of flies
Don't make a bit of difference, don't see why it should
But
than you see on animation
And bear witness to my smooth operation
As I give the party people a sensation
And give them all a good feel of jubilation
Played in Cincinnati
With my whole head nappy
Made a rally in the street
With nothin' but a beat
Gotta grudge against a judge
Kick em out that
just wanna quarrel me
I smoke the marijuana and get high
Stay above the wickeds and fly
Love is the order of the day you better find it
I'm a big man
box, I rock on the mic
And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like
I get the crowd jumping, get the girl's hearts pumping
All the party people
Yes sir, ooh
People, this is Weezy Wee (I let 'em know)
I love myself
I love what I am
I love who I is
I love Weezy
Your girl, your man, your
from then you would know
That I gotta get mine in a big black truck
You can get yours in a '64
Whatever it is, the party's underway
So tip up your
party, party
Never gonna stop this party, party
Go Big Red, go Big Red
everyday they hear me saying rhymes
I got some friends, I got some allies like Stet and Big Daddy Kane
They know that by all means necessary that Peace is
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
Thirteen, I was a thug, selling drugs
Many people thought I flipped my wig
Sorta bugged but I shrugged 'em off
Like who cares what they say?
They was
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