Lyrics:
the couple can't seem
To agree, Nicki, who is dressed in a black
T-shirt that says "FEELING
MYSELF, " cheerfully suggests that they poll
The room the producer,
time invested in these studio sessions
Let's get the show on the road, spot dates, award tours
J-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it for?
Let's get a session started
Heyy, party over here
Party over here
Weed smoke in the air
We smoke everywhere
We smoke by the pair
Party over here
studio sessions
Let's get the show on the road, spot dates, award tours
J-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it for?
We in it for the love, we in it
The youth try to move to worst
So I gotta school em’ first
Back on track
The black youth need to find some facts
Life ain’t a party track
Black they tryin
is an all black
Party party party
It is an all black
Party party party
I see brothers and sisters in all black moving in unison
All militant minded but
majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
Look at the trees and they green by the sun
Photos and synthesis breath in your lungs
Take in the air cause the feeling there
We were so hopeless they
a nigga fucking with that foreign broad
Fucking with a foreign broad
Yeah
Aye
Fuck around blow a pound in a foreign car
We just like to party
We just gonna
Interrogating the scum of the earth
We'll break them by the break of day
Yeah, it's a party in the CIA
Yeah, it's a party in the CIA
Need a country
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
Pharrell's diamond-studded gold
Chain that sit's fat
As a tow rope at the edge
Of the mixing board ocean, dressed in
A gray Supreme hoodie, jeans
And black
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
The party don't stop tonight
Riddle me this, riddle me that
I never been afraid of the big black bat
Ya can't be afraid of the hero
That's been hiding in yo
black cotton in God's eyes
Speak
Black cotton
Steady stressin', Smith and Wessons, count my blessings
Class is in session, the worst question is
more
It's a treachery hidden up the sleeves of men
Magic will only work for those who do believe in them
Black magic, it's black magic, do you believe
in my abdomen
Camouflage fatigues, and daishikis
Somewhere in between N.W.A. and P.E.
I'm black like Steve Biko
Raised in the ghetto by the people
Fuck
black cotton in God's eyes
Speak
Black cotton
Steady stressin', Smith and Wessons, count my blessings
Class is in session, the worst question is
LA, that's where
The party people stay, yay yay
And we can do it like this
Unless you flippin' on that
All black, get the format, sunny day
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