Lyrics:
Yeah, move your body, inside the party
We 'bout to bring it to you kid like we never ever did
My nigga Al G in it, my nigga Shaheed in it
We got
a party foul
Rappers try to swear they're cool
Really? I'm like "hardly, pal"
Black on black with hair slicked back
Boy I got the hardest style
And I'm
won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
Peeps
'cause I'm back
Stick to your gossip like the glue to your tracks
I never liked your ass, by the way, 'cause you're wack
Give a dog a bone so
playin'
Cause with a partner like E Double don't come a dime a dozen
A kin not blood related, but you can call us cousins
Cause as we climb the charts,
talkin' this and that
Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack
Dropped the album Strictly Business and you thought we was bold
Thirty days later,
can do it like Mixmaster can, come on!
I've got the D-double-O-D-double-O style
Here we go again because it's been a while
Do me a favor, don't touch
track.
And me I run Toronto holla at me when you done laps.
Roll around with nikko, party with a zukka.
Shot goes out the wonder, shot goes out
as spooked as that by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam I'll bring a new saigon
Ain't nothing changed pe we be the same crew boy
Yeah that's right nine eight
Yeah, move your body, inside the party
We 'bout to bring it to you kid like we never ever did
My nigga Al G in it, my nigga Shaheed in it
We got
the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
[RZA]
With your high pitched face like eye liner
If the black gat bust you get struck by the side winder
You can't
(Bonus Tracks)
My little love
My little love, we first met at In the Way of Life
I saw you there, shining bright like a summer night (ooh-yeah)
In
bitch , fame is a bonus
I'm on my haters radar like "Oh shit"
See me killin and I'm livin by the ocean
And you know who I'm chillin on the coast with
Call
This is how we do it
This is how we do it
On Friday night, and I feel all right.
The party's here on the West side
So I reach for my 40 and I
fifty-two block track we slap up
Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this
Two Kahluas one chick she's German Luger
Get the shit on, light a fresh
Cash could rule me
Colonized minds by masters and slaves
They both hate niggas that
Like niggas the same
Homophobic, I tried to gangbang
I tried to get
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Freefallin' when you shook from the pack
Keep walkin', let the foot leave a track
We often gotta look for the path
These
we’re party like it is the end of times
Forget about everything, we wanna feel fine
Bring on the good times
Nananana nanana nananana
Bring on the good
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
the skies again were blue
Let's thank old Hattie for savin' our town
We'll fetch her from the Black Bayou
Party of ten of the town's best men headed for
To party all night, yes, it's you we will excite
The time is right, so don't fight it Suckers, please don't bite it
We came to rock and shock and give our
high, go ahead and touch the sky
Ain't no limit when you in it, live it up cause it's yo' life
Any minute we gon' spend it like the (shit) never gets spun
fully blown
4 tracks we busted at home
Now it's time for you to see the
Way we rip up the phone
Nice in the zone like G Rice
Precise with my device
Taking
it like the (shit) never gets spun
Oh yeah this (shit) just begun, and we came to have FUN!
Put away your guns, ladies keep shakin your buns
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