Lyrics:
(Repeat 3x)
So where's the party at? (Yo, the party's over here!)
Aw yeah, we gonna end it like that, and I'm outta here
where I'm 'posed to be
And when the track light up, y'all can back right up
Y'all players too close to me
You know what I used to like?
The way my
right, Money
This one's for you
Special dedication to the NYC crew
We didn't change much as you can see
And the beats are still hyped up by Hurby
In
I'm saying, the vet, not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks
to the fuckin sky
Bitch party like you finna die
Bitch party like you finna die
Bitch I been in this bitch
Gettin booted and I'm by myself
I don't need no
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,
Or wild like the livin' while we all driven
We sell drugs, young black thugs
And take slaughtas
Most invincible gettin' money the principle
Everyday's
Front Line
Like he a Trojan
I swear that money counter sound good like it's made by Dolby
I went and copped A TrackHawk
I need A Faster Motion
I hate
[Chorus x 2]
(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon'
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
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 call me up [phone
It Out on a Pete Rock track like C.L. Smooth
See we livin' in the Matrix way before the movie
Kids fiendin' 'ore the camera screaming, just shoot me
at the hole in the wall
Extra like a bonus track
My foes are in awe
Put Cavalli on my bitches breast
I share nothing til it manifest
Somebody tell’em we ain’t
it
Live it up 'cause it's yo' life
Any minute we gon' spend it like the
(shit) never gets spun oh yeah this
(shit) just begun, and we came to have fun!
patterns get you twisted sideways
And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventing new styles all the time like pronto
Four by four, runnin' over
keep it up to date or take it back like The Twist
E-Swift is out of town so the Pack load the disc
So, take your ass home, good night, the party's over
keep it up to date or take it back like The Twist
E-Swift is out of town so the Pack load the disc
So, take your ass home, good night, the party's over
Yup, yuo
Gucci Mane in this motherfucker (Gucci Gucci)
My nigga Zo' on the track (My nigga Zo')
That real shit, that real shit
I'm a hood rich
kits
Whether cassette radio or CD bits
Mix tapes from the best going on and on
Throughout the city grounds to suburban lawns
Man, we don't play,
of a record
Just respected by others as the man with the solution
An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution
On wax, relax, there's 24 tracks
cutter, huh
I got the fam rollin' like brothers, huh
We in the mecca, Moey, rollie glistenin'
Rainin' on n****s so bad they think it's drizzlin'
of a record
Just respected by others as the man with the solution
An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution
On wax, relax, there's 24 tracks
phony
I'm taking they woman
They ride like pony
I drive with homie
I'm not by lonely
More game than a Sony
I grab my cohonas
The money's a bonus
Ugh
drive-bys
When we come bend the curb
You say it's smoke, we tryna make you choke
We pull up in a hurry
If I tell him to, I bet he shoot
Just like he
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