Party Over Here

歌詞

Haha, yeah Tony Stark, nigga I ain't going nowhere Yeah Y'all feel me? We about to finish this al', dawg Uh-huh Tell 'em, Tone Tone It's the beginning Yo, yo, yo Yo The old lady said the shooter was 5'6" And she don't know how he got away with five of them bricks Across the street, a group of men held nine sticks Those is choppers being sprayed, and all of em' missed, uh Lil' bro got away with it He promised me four of them joints if I stayed with him, uh What the fuck y'all think? I wasn't born with a slit between my legs with a hole that's pink? Nah, I'm a gangster, besides getting paper I move my pawns, fuck around and get rook Besides that, any jux session Deny me for any stones in your skin, you get cooked Haha, blood spillin' like lava Face on the hot concrete, no agua Nasty killer with horror You wasn't even the main entree, how's that for a starter? Party over here I'm talking like it's about to get deadly, we stay getting ready Party over here Staten Island stay stylin', boy, turn off the lights like Teddy Party over here More paper, hoes that's swallowing 'scato on the late tip Party over here Don't you dare run, nigga, just hand over the goods, or we'll take it Bottle after bottle, Remy dark, Goose, Moscato Threw the club into gear full throttle Players on one side, killers on the other Hoes in the middle, plus it's jam-packed, flooded Sweating through my silk, real life, I might tuck it Mad hoes, got 'em on the string like a puppet Party over here, lil' niggas stepped on my kicks without sayin' pardon over here Two of my goons seen it, followed him over there Came back with whatever that fuckboy had in his ear Neck, chest, wrists, he couldn't persevere Pat Riley on his neck, gave up the jewels like, "Here" Nickel-plated bulldogs, 12-inch Rugers and long leathers To pluck any bird nigga feather Staten Island, we get ours regardless Don't forget, we do the pressin', y'all just press charges Party over here I'm talking like it's about to get deadly, we stay getting ready Party over here Staten Island stay stylin', boy, turn off the lights like Teddy Party over here More paper, hoes that's swallowing 'scato on the late tip Party over here Don't you dare run, nigga, just hand over the goods, or we'll take it