Lyrics:
hop, party in your stilettos or flip flops
You can't stop, entranced by the DJ, strictly observation crew, that's how we play
When the suits come off,
She do every single thing but rub me the wrong way
'96 Dom P, I have that with Corn Flakes
And I never been a intrigued by the patterns on snakes
Let's party and blow it
Spend it Spend it Spend it
I got money to burn
When you dead you can't spend it
Written by: Marlon Franklyn Davis
you gone break it down I'll hit it
Let's get it
It's a new year new day
We can have fun in new ways
Let's get it
Who said that we can't party
Cause
Cool evening air bright lights fresh digs
Grown ass men but some pretty cool kids
We aint no fly by night my nigga we paid dues
And after we tie'em
and Coalition saying this is 520
Let's party and have a motherfucking party
Let's party in the summertime, let's party all night
I love it, I love it, let's
up the bass and pop the junk
This party's gonna bump
Keep bopping buddy, oh
Let's have some fun, with the funk
Turn up the bass and pop the junk
expect me to care about respect if you telling me what I can speak on
"I am not bunny rabbit
Bitch I'm poppa doc this is a free world"
Pull up and let him
the end
If we party till our colors blend
Party till Saddam's your friend
Never drop a bomb again
All right
We can break the chains
If we party
good times and your laughter too
We gon' celebrate your party with you, come on now
Celebration
Let's all celebrate and have a good time
like we really don't care
It's a Private Party
[Cuban Link]
Everybody put y'all hands up, stand up, let me see y'all amped up,
it's a party mami,
Time flies by so quickly
Yet nothing ever changes
Lets celebrate, don't be late
Well its a good excuse to party
Come on, lets get everything
Have you ever heard the tale of
The noblest of gentlemen rose up from squalor
Tall, dark, and decked out in custom-made regalia
Smellin' like
No more parties in LA
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
No more parties in LA
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
No more (Los Angeles)
on that Stevie Wonder now it's Frankie Beverly
I done seen days go crazy, time fly by
Maybe it was yesterday or maybe sixty-five
Peace then war, sworn
Thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto
When the slugs let go like Frankie Beverly
Forever we stack notes like the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you high
on the track
Put our town's names on the map
From now until we fadin to black
Where we at? thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto
When the slugs let go like frankie
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
a lil' bumpy face and a bottle of that there Moet
I bumped into this Hottie, at a ghetto-ass PARTY
Frankie V jeans I seen, lookin' so fresh and so clean
prefer a trip to LA with a rager Project X
At the party with a baddie, we got Freaky in the caddy
Yeah, that night ya boy got lucky, got to have myself
ride
If I let you run alongside the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon'
didn't
Appear to have answers, anyway
The Versus Versace party she'd attended the
Night before our interview had
Yielded a plastic case filled with
M&M's
not violent or fuelled by hate
We've all got a best...
Stop, she's still breathing
Smother party, smother party
Smother party, smother party
Smother
I got my cup filled up
We came to have a good time
So turn my music high we gonna tear this place up
Warn the neighbors it's a party, so go tell
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