Lyrics:
Willow, Willow
Um, hello, can we get the party started, yeah
Um, hello, can we get the party started
Young Money
I'm the fireball
I'm
I could of killed myself, I made it this far
I got a little brother and a some little sisters
I could die about this shit if we beefing we gotta get
The choreographer didn't realize that
This was something
She might want she does: "We've got to
Give them something to talk about again"
So it's all for shock, it's
transferred from on
Party to the next" You got
A miserable bitch on a
Blog who writes something negative about
You, you read it, and now you're miserable
heads
We never slept like normal kids, no, we'd sit straight up in bed
He was my friend, a friend
We can all be friends
If we just let this little hurt
guess we'll see, yh
Make sure that I wreck your week, yh
Nice kid, one flex a week, yh
This world's got a test for me
I've got it all writ down so I
'em make Scream 3
Six rappers being hunted by a killa MC
I never killed a bianca with a 36D
A party with the bitches on my planet lookin' crispy
What about by my body, body?
I'm in the house all alone, you rather go and party?
What about my body, body?
You don't want my body, body?
Acting like
that
Party like that till we say
Whoa we all dancing with the demons and the devils on the floor
He got drunk as well with everybody but y'all would not
before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
*
For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We
your life
Still got blood from your boyfriend on the edge of my knife
You can't stop me, I will make you all die
Evil power inside, giving me eternal
your life
Still got blood from your boyfriend on the edge of my knife
You can't stop me, I will make you all die
Evil power inside, giving me eternal
a black Beamer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal
It feel
Ain't never had a friend like me
Remember memories so vividly
Was once a little dust-kicker now becomes a G
Who can I call when they all fail?
Collect
Overboard wit a Bad Bitch
& She asking where the Party At?
Where the, Where the Party At?
(Where it at?)
Overboard we been back-flipping
Not just
they Pink on E
So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin' garbage
Is where
Ha ha!
Sex mover party groover mellow flower super duper
Just the breaks is what I take man I never make mistake
I'm rappin all night I ball
on Voss
All of my bitches is exotic, she fuck with a boss she exotic
My b¡tch exotic huh, she call me zaddy huh
Come my party huh, don't tell nobody huh
Lil
, to the beat, all
Party-having people guaranteed to be like having a ball
H-h-h-hey, we gonna do a little something like this I say
I'm the rap promoter, I
right
And my name is the Biz Markie
And we gon' rock a little something like this
One, two, whatcha gonna do?
I say yes, yes y'all, to the beat, all
is for y'all
For all those times that I messed up or we messed up
Dear sister, got me twisted up in prison I miss ya
Cryin' lookin' at my niece's
wanna kill us
RattPack, real all the time, we never phony
I'm single handedly running the
Game like a Sony
While the rest of these rappers is acting
Pass
Got a shit-eatin' grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity,
But ain't nobody working on a cure? My young boy
Y'all just regular, I'm an apex predator
Brim State fresh feathered up, etcetera
Nevertheless, I got
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