Lyrics:
star
Take you to the Shark Bar
So we could feast, love, and just skip in
You see a n- made a dollar out of just five cents
Now we ride through Tivoli
the time, party all the time, party all the time)
Party all the time
Party all the time
Lil' mama a freaky little demon
Call me over, let me tease it
Zamn,
the party goers
Gettin' down like we in danger
So duck duck ya' caboose
No get lower and scoot
Like a lawn mower bein' pushed by a goose
And you might ask
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
money for shopping
Ain't got no money to party
Financial aid ain't much
Not even enough for all these high ass books
I'm splurging refund checks, I'm
on Barbies (fuckin' on Barbies)
Fly like Tha Carter
Put on that shit, Dior, Prada
Ain't got a department (ain't got a department)
I be with Marcy
All
These niggas be weird, they loving satan
Yeah you know we gotta pray to god over here cause you know (on god)
I ride with tha fi-, tha five
But this shit
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,
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
star
Take you to the Shark Bar
So we could feast, love, and just skip in
You see a n- made a dollar out of just five cents
Now we ride through Tivoli
to piss
Watchin you homo niggas pop that Crys
Drop by me hangin out that rich
See if a nigga don't chop it off
Y'all niggas talk too much shit
Y'all need
a new hit every song (Every song yeah)
Back to back five times in a row (Back to back yeah)
I'm that nigga and I did it on my own
Now your 2 cents you
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
Cruisey tha
Cruisey tha
Cruisey tha Junie
Know them heads turn when we come through
What it do, uh
(Im blowed)
Gorilla, cold killer
Yo what up
Tell the bros, we gon link
And get ya makeup ready over down by the sink
I don’t, I don't, I don't care what you think
Hop in the ride, let’s glide, be
my time to hit ya'll with a new style of|Rhyme, This is Hip Rock, it can't be stopped.|Bomb tha System, Straight to the top||Remember Ice Ice Baby,
Purple Rain, baby, stupid
Reproduced and directed by 50 Cent
Starring Curtis ''50 cent'' Jackson
Clifton Powell, Treach, Gabriel Casseus
Sasha
Delvalle,
running and the washing machine
There's a Lithuanian in the engine
What are you doing here
Cause I want you to be in my life
Why must we fight over
Remember n grieves
That solider to beez
With a fro
I beents out smokin' trees
Hit tha Z's
Made 'em breeze
And blow to they knees
Ran over
a mai-tai
One time I earled all over my shit
But I came back with a new fit
How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier
You only had two shots, I'm watchin'
on the alcohol, you having fun
Cause when you think it's over, the party just begun
It's turning out to be a hell of a night
I got my palms to the ceiling cause
Riding round my city in tha quarter ton
Sunroof open looking up
Smoke is clearing venting out
What I see
Weak ass niggas in my town
Imma keep it real
lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I
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