Lyrics:
try to tell me (Come gangsta)
And then compare me to Nelly (Where ya bang bra?)
So this song is gonna tell the
(So-called gangsta niggaz who the fuck
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
tradin' wives
N' Cadillacs
N' diamonds
N' havin' all sorts of good clean party fun.
Then there was the people that run the boat.
Now the people
the party jumpin'
Bartender, bring me something
Yeah, water boy, keep it coming
Yeah, out the sprinkler like a Nelly video
All blaze one, this is rap
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
in me
He put me down back in 1993
And now I grab mic and rock the party
I got Joys and Cheers for Pea by ease
Pea by ease short for family, they
Hasta la vista man
Cuz I ain't puttin this "grade
A" out for nobody
You can do what you do just
Don't do nothin to my party
I’m already a regular in
have no regret
We drive by the places wey people neglect
And they dance by the places we na wey fit elect
Salute
Don't see me outta the road
And get it
put the foot, back, in the pack
And let me tell you party people just who we be
With the help of Big Bank and the Master G
So get up, throwdown
put the foot, back, in the pack
And let me tell you party people just who we be
With the help of Big Bank and the Master G
So get up, throwdown
come my party
Make una no shayo
Shayo don dey holo hey ho
Everybody dey kolo hey ho
All of una must shayo
This party no be joke o
Wound ya I kill ya by
"Getting by"
I couldn't count the amount of times
I've had to fake the smile
People want in my head too much
They fail but she the magic touch
Substance be
long in the back
Now all the girls want me to pick 'em up
When they hear me rollin' by in my pickup truck 'cause it
Sounds like the radio
Back in
listening to radio stars
On the way to edit the receipts of foreign wars
Itemising the profits of basically slave labour
For a salary itself hundreds of times
To the beat, to the beat, to the beat y'all
Old school jams the party people used to dance to I recall
Summertime in Philly, my age about a dozen
the stars first, so fuck Kirk and Scotty
I threw basement parties on the Mothership
Now I'm on planet Earth on some other shit
Many 'habitants of this
you stay till the night
Lots of people by the pool are sipping on something really cool
From the fridge that sits nearby, there's plenty of different
not fail like Lehmann in Paris -
The trophy is there and ima get it by any means,
Even if it will take years to wash sins away
For that - I’ll say fuck
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
pills by it.
And went back 'n forth from
Work by it.
And paid their rent by it,
And before long they were even
Having
Birthday parties in the office
By
Thank God it's Friday night and I
Just-just-just-just-just got paid
(Money, money, money, money)
yeah oh
Just got paid, Friday night
Party
Body (Radio Edit) - 3:22
Rock Da Beat - 3:53
Welcome To The Party (Kuya Ngoma Remix) - 4:08
Boom! - 4:33
My Christmas Girl Radio edit
By Eric MacVicar
I loved and lost at Christmas time.
My friends are great, I'll be just fine.
Verse 1
Happily, happy.
feel like I got a mission to complete
Gotta reach all these people
I sat down with pastor today
Cause I’m his disciple
And even though we equals
He
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