Lyrics:
about a spot where
People would kill to be, kill to be, kill to be
But y'all, it ain't as good as it seems, this livin' a dream is
Killin' me, killin'
the type of town I could spend a few days in
Miami, the city that keeps the roof blazin'
Party in the city where the heat is on
All night, on the beach
walkin'
I can guess where your slippers at
It's midnight Cinderella
Time that you should know
There's gonna be some changes in the way this story goes
It's
By tomorrow I'm still drunk, stuck on my ass
With a cardboard sign as the cars go past
Hit me up and I'll show you where the party's at
This is where
(EarDrummers)
I'm sure that you know where I stand
Lead me on, do it while you still can
Party up the street
Even though there is no place
I was guided by voices
To the backyard where I hear
That someone is talking about
Someone we used to know
I think that I know what's gotta be
told me this
Where is mine?
You said I'd never make it
Out outta here alive
At the rate I was going, I'd be lucky to die
I was born so bad, not
Just me and my crew
'Cause all we wanna do is
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party
Am I just wastin' my
and palm trees
Surf riders on the sea
This is the place to be
Oh yeah, this is the place to be
On the beach at Waikiki
That's where you'll find me
ground
Into the pool again, after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing under ground
You may ask your self where is this house
You may
a scene,
Like no tomorrow.
Hollywood whore,
Passed out on the floor,
Can't take it no more,
I'm sorry but the party's over.
The talk of the town,
Is
your gut-instinct help you make good decisions
This is more than Champagne, this is more than just a glass
This is a symbol of accomplishment we rarely
Me and my friends rollin' like rock-stars
So we by the bar
All eyes on us girls watchin' from far
We shining through the dark
Saw this sexy
your gut-instinct help you make good decisions
This is more than Champagne, this is more than just a glass
This is a symbol of accomplishment we rarely
be at
VIP or in the C'lac
All we need to start it is some speakers and my Gchat
I spy a couple hotties
Hollerin', "where the party?" We that
Girl,
of
Dexter boy being gypped by love?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is
What frails, what frocks
What furs, what rocks
What gaiety!
It's
take this shit)
But on his way in (I can't take it no more, holmes)
He has a sudden change of heart (Shit is mine)
And suddenly (I gotta do this)
His
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
of about
Three and a half feet where you
Enter into the Church of Nativity
So now we enter into the
Place where Christ was born
This is the place where
(Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright?
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree
You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk
the Hollywood kids
Hollywood is where we live
We represent the Hollywood kids
Organic anti-beat box band
There's a party in my town at 12:00
There's
do?
Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
My beeper kept beepin, the other numbers started leakin
'Who is this on my mind?' I was thinkin
Only bad bitches only the baddest
Party like March, this shit is madness
Drinking Ciroc, this shit is lavish
She drop it low we take the dance floor
She
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