Lyrics:
house parties in the projects
We goin` all night
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I`m gonna buy me a gun
Then what`s next?
Food and Sex,
me know
Are you in, are you out?
C'mon over to my house
C'mon over to my house
We could have some fun at my house
Baby we can call it our house
give your baby a standing ovation
Got her own college education
Raise her babies all alone
Always in a house but never at a home
Repeat 1
24 hours
Shawty you the life of the party
Don't sip wine or Bacardi
Baby girl I see you hardly
Baby you the life of the party
Said shawty you the life
the house or the car
You can catch me hittin the spliff, sick in the pit
On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy
Catch me hittin your
feeling alive, yeah
Ten out of ten, I know you down to ride, yeah
Always by my side, yeah
My baby, know I know had to hold you down for sure
You
on the inside
'Cause I am crazy 'bout you baby tonight
We're still living in the city
In a little house made from a tree
And I don't really need a view
I'd
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
What the fuck is this shit?
Baby, you see this shit?
It's like some, it's like some walkin' dead mother fuckers
(You will not replace us)
(You
I got flashy ways, it's okay baby (it's okay)
And she wanna party, and she love the molly
She's a rave baby (okay, okay, okay yeah)
I got cash for
"Baby", (say Baby!) you look up way up at her green mascara
And you say "Oh my darling,
You know her and me was at the party as friends -
Do not
a little somethin' like this
Lodi Dodi, we likes to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody
We're just some niggas who're on the mic
then black
Out and relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac (woo)
Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is
or curse!" (There’s a Limit)
But at night, when all the lights are down
I wander ‘round this house
Stealin' whiskey by the ounce
And I'ma be laughin, out
out the record store
As if it was a drug house
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
Nigga, what?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug
And there
(It's Tha Liks baby)
(It's Tha Liks baby)
Here to wet your top
So all the ladies gather round, it's time to party down
That's right (That's
on by (right), my house for just a minute
We can lay by the poolside, sipping gin and juice
Throw some Mary Jane, and talk about our future
Together
Sabyn, it’s Jeff, hit me back!
The immaculate ones
DP, SM , JD,
Its the remix baby
Stumble outta bed and I tumble to the whip
Hop in and drive for
out)
Huh
Huh
Slam it, baby (huh)
Enter the jam
The party is packed and I rap
Girls wall to wall
There's my man hangin' out at the back
So I
It's been months, it's been too long, long
Baby, you know
Fuck what you're doing now, quit
Doing that right now, baby I
Got better things for you
selling their soul and
Creative people staying low
Twitter people staying woke
Go to college get a good job
Buy a house for that front lawn
American dream
sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
But why they still riding to your old shit?
Party by
In store signing autographs at the mall
Next in line was a fly girl standing tall
Signed my name and said give me a call baby ya know
the girl
Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house
Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house
Ladies and gentlemen in the house
Ladies
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