Lyrics:
the party?
Say you heard me say there's a party
Right around my way
So if you finna' start it
Then don't do nothing small
Get everyone involved and
Say
match my Visa
I heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser
And a Too Short fan, faithfully
When I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me
dollars
Shaquille, Chris Webber, Cedric Ceballos
Talent's around the world Phoenix to Providence
No need to educate Chicago they already got Common
I’m talking all around the world around the globe
I’m talking I be getting them hoes in by the boat load
Shout out my bro bro
That nigga get that dough
party
See my fate ahead, for some time that I'm owed
Not a dime from the world so I'm 'bout to get around rhyming
I'm so real, but when it's time, my
Southern player serve
I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent
Southern player serve
I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent
you see it
The people my fans
All around me
They be cheering me on
I'm too amazing
After I'm done
Wanna join me
After party on the roof
Are you with
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
around the world that hold me down (Music Choice)
Can't forget 'em all, E-bro, WGCI, Pie 92, Hot 97, Choice FM, BBC One Extra
All the pirate stations,
Ten drinks in me, I'm drunk
I left the party early tonight
All those empty conversations
I'm watching the cars and
The trucks whizz by
And I thought ten
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
your second album
And Me, Myself & I just went 7x Platinum
Toured around the world, damn, you really had 'em
But now you're 27 and it's time to be
murderous syllable shit right now
Just let me bounce
The mood around me is people smokin' that by the ounce
Leave Friday for the show and come back Monday
around
You can run an hide if you want to
But nobody can save you now
I know you heard the stories
Well I'm who they talking bout
Now that your in my
some of the biggest R&B and hip hop legends of our time. And it was a treat to listen to the albums before the world's got to hear them. And Angie,
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
that ever fuckedwith rap music
Cause this album right here is on some old cool shit
If you don't believe me
Just give me three and a half
Southern player serve
I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent
Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
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
Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same
that award is Sean Don
So uncork the Chardonnay and stick my fork in white wine
I never heard you in a club, I never heard you in a bar
Eleven albums
we took it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls
Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,
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