Lyrics:
everybody's totaled
By the time I get there
There'll be nobody home
Don't get me started, just get me stoned!
Don't start the party with out me!
Say it one
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
to get drunk
Go go go
It's time to make a toast
Go go go
And try to make the most
Of this party
Let's get it started
Everybody grabbing life right by
(Mason)
Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause
Faded off the dank
So I mix it with a sip
Party all the time
Living on an acid trip
Living on an acid trip
I got diamonds, I got drip
If I catch you
Shawty love my style
She like the way that I put on
If she get too close
She might get high off my cologne
She started dancing on me said the vibes
me feel queasy
At the wedding receptions when
They said that I looked well
At the dinner parties that I couldn't get out of
When the vomit
Your CD get's thrown in the bin
What does it get? It get's thrown in the bin
What does it get? It get's thrown in the bin
Cuz, I like your mix tape cover
couldn't sing for shh but the mix would assist her
Hooked up the track and in excitation
He decided he'd head for the radio station
But (What?) he was
with DJ Alladin
Had my girl under the cover, went with Egyptian Lover
I'm on the radio, microphone mic-a-don
All my yapes I would pay for a mix
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
ohh, ohh
Radio spillin' from a single cab
She looks so good with her silver tabs
Hangin' on a branch by the river
That's a memory that'll get you when
Well turn it up loud, mix it up strong
Lean it back slow, get your feel good on
Cut 'em off short, roll it up tight
Let it unwind tonight
Drop
on the floor
Five, six,
Know you dig the mix
Seven, eight
Let it shake
Get down
We got to take a stand
Now that we're in demand
Party all
kits
Whether cassette radio or CD bits
Mix tapes from the best going on and on
Throughout the city grounds to suburban lawns
Man, we don't play,
Ten minutes was the warmup, nigga
Get in tune
You wanna beef? Let's meet, hit my Zoom
I'm callin' shots
You in the bleachers mournin' every move
I
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
to give that up, they always ended in shoot outs
Hip-Hop was rhyming, hard timin', radio hits
No dats, so the D.J's was still in the mix
Grafitti
niggas on the spot
Chorus
Verse 2: Master P
How do hatin get started?
It started by the jealous people
and they get mad over the things you
Come and get your party on, come and get your party on
Sip that drank till it's gone, Roll up the blunt, smoke on the bong
Smoke all the weed, while
And now you're tuned in to the smooth sounds of UMH radio
Where we Fufill your soul and get you that Gold
Introducing Call Me Jah
I Put my soul
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Then i'd probably do something and try to better my place
Cause we like to get the party started
And we like to make it last all night
Cause i'm like
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