Lyrics:
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
LADY G - AFTER WORK PARTY (Feat. DJ Poncho Blunt)
Written by: Janice Fyffe and Vincent Wright
Produced by: Brian Kotler & Bobby Pottinger
Well
LADY G - AFTER WORK PARTY (Feat. DJ Poncho Blunt)
Written by: Janice Fyffe and Vincent Wright
Produced by: Brian Kotler & Bobby Pottinger
Well
the glitter
Bring yourself and don't forget the liquor
Just put your hands all over my body, a little sweat ain't neva hurt noboday
DJ just keep playing my song
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
on the scene
Well, it's not that we're rowdy, rude, raunchy or loud
But a match into nitro is like my crew into a crowd
I'ma take a minute or maybe I'll take two
""Old School Party-Dance Like We Used To ""
(T. Blakemore, J. Stringfellow)
When you play this record,
Make sure your speakers are loud and in
Out but allowed
Maybe we're dreaming
The radio DJ's down
From lack of sleeping
Now I've lost my favourite show
But that's alright
Such a romantic
Break it down in the spot you do the math
Nick dimes dubs even take cash app
I know the bouncer don't stash that
I know the dj gone blast that
Walk in
when your cakes right
Ladies shake it; fellas take your
Lady by the waistline
Who in the club said stick to the wall?
You already got your drink from
My ego so damn big
Tyrannosaurus rex
The life u living
Rip that shit is boring next
I wasn't born by chance
Bitch I was born to flex
Dj so I'm spinning
nigga please
My enemies gone cease by any means
Hey World don't deny me I'm a G County fades
Sharp shanks in the cage it is what it is I ain't never
SAY IT PROUD I LIKE MY BASS LOUD
Verse 1.
To all the radio stations from back in the day,
Who’d only play our jams if they got paid,
We wouldn’t
birds
He got the clothes he got the thirds
He got the money that coming in crates
He got the loud He upping the base
Give her the louie she showing her
a single moment I'mma pass by
The hour's now
The base is loud
The disco lights
Shinin' through the crowd
We're holdin' time in our hands and it stops
the rawest in town
Cause I'm a (Thug By Nature), strictly for the paper
Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve (B-O-N-E)
I come with the ones, I come with the guns
turn back
I'm proud of my name, my name is Darryl Mack
I'm black and I'm proud, and I'll say it out loud
I'll share my story with the whole crowd,
where you are
Or the color of the skin
Reach for the starz
Gyrate and do something
One Life to Live don't do nothing
Standout be you be proud
Yo DJ Turn
that this bitch I'm with
Bag and shoes Chanel
Can't you tell, by the smell
That this weed is loud as hell
Can't you tell, why my name Ballout
'cause I
somethin, to the major labels (Fuck them!)
Haha, a wise man once said don't diss the majors 'cause you might need em'
But it's obvious by this intro a nigga
when you're struck
By a spooky wave drift into another plane
DJ play some Ghouliday uh huh in outer space
You're stuck in a gloomy phase
Looky Blooky do
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
miles away
No time or space
O preacher you're way too loud
My head's spinning round
Watch my gown
He's dressed in black
Don't let me drown
Oh preacher
""Old School Party-Dance Like We Used To ""
(T. Blakemore, J. Stringfellow)
When you play this record,
Make sure your speakers are loud and in
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