Lyrics:
The end result
B-boy Destruction
Party after party
Jam after jam
The weak would hang
Surrounded by the gang
Dangerous times
And corrupted minds
My pledge
my dividend up to the top of the Jean Nouvelle
I was mopping floors at McDonald's while you was busy having fun with friends
We wasn't cut from
at the party then
When it all makes sense
We can have fun at the party then
When it all makes sense
We can have fun at the party then
When it all makes sense
We
on the radio, another on TV
We raced 'cross town to catch the Kings and watch that hockey star
Then right back home to see the Lakers on the VCR
There's football
La,la,la,la,la,la,la,la
Fuck up,
make it like amount, my style
Show that
easy, peassy, feel my smile
More like
speacking facts
we're so wild
Yeah, they call me party
up with just one slash these bars you can’t ignore
Lets cop a bottle and pour
Let’s go by the beach and have fun by the shore
I got my team we make our
party all night, yeah
Come rock my life out girl
Do you see the kush in the air
I'm just tryna blow that air
We gon' party all night, yeah
I'm smokin' by
dedicate this one to all
Those who feel underestimated
And overpowered by
Pessimistic nobodies
Uptight appetite for a distinguished
Career jealousy pioneers
life and times, deadly like the virus design
But too, minute to dilute, the science is mine
You can't party your life away
Drink your life away
Some manors don’t like me
'Cause I say I’m the king of grime
So time after time I show man
I will never let no man diss the programme
Over and over
at
Ghostwriters hit the deck
When ya boi got a tech
Where the fuck is Africa-Bamabata at
We need to take it back, fuck Viacom
Clear Clear Channel and Radio One
you more
Make 'em jealous of who we are
Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (wind up dead)
Young queen, cross your legs (cross your
either rap, crack, or basketball
Young kings want to gun sling, and snatch earrings
Eighty seven, it was microphone fiend, and crack king
We used
them up, put them up, put them up) Yeah
Party isn't done until I'm done
When I pull up the music is getting turned up
Let's have some fun (So let's have
better appreciate
One day or day one, we make the change
Come and have fun I'll do the same
Ride with the wave feeling high feeling great
Being alive in
related, to everything in the street
I'm sellin coke, crack, and dope, plus swingin the heat
We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin
Slugs
Take your suitcase, put a pretty dress on
I love this carmine on your lips
Long long long time since we had a lot of fun
We're gonna have a cool trip
jus walk like a threat
That bitch got hit right by a bus can't wait to see which one next
I get bands off computers I'm in love wit my check
I get bands
ntaimba
Hallelujah!
I'ma join up with them angels
As we sing Hallelujah
All glory to the father
King of kings, Hallelujah
Decorations made by me
You will love the Christmas tree
All these things are for us
I'll sing Christmas songs for you
something special I can do
trippy
I fucking love that
Such a nice, refreshing
Layer
So, um
Thanks for coming by last night
And, uh, good meetin' ya!
Come and fuck the falsetto out
the studio just like a melody
Holly grail party all the girls love it
A 1 Niggas we get alot money
That's how we do the video hotels
Pretty girls see me I'm
I mean Nas is one of the greatest, can we get a cheers?
Woo, cheers!
I mean the echo of life is the echo of love
And the echo of love is the echo
the garden
And I love the little games that we play
From the valley to the beach
And when at last the day is done, I grab my keys
I bought me a truck in
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