Lyrics:
Cause they just wanna live through me vicariously (vicariously)
Fashion weekend, Paris week, party like a rock star
Get blown by a top model till she
The birthday party was over toys were scattered here and there
Seven candles laid by the last piece of cake in front of an empty chair
A mother said
8 Ball)
(What did you say your name was?)
(I'm Mix Master Spade and I'm ready to rock)
Now welcome, party people, I'm so glad you're here
I
they try to ruin our fun
I don't wanna scare you away, I'm sayin' whassup
Tell your friends come over here, and party with us
If y'all from the hood,
Im allat uhh
Mix the shit
Then i operate like im allat uhh
All the plays that i called
Look where my balls at uhh
I should be hall of fame to a lot
out his front seat, his ass come back
Don't check his ass, baby, don't come back
Natural born shooter, I'm the club party pooper
Yes, sir, I'm
It was a party night, everybody was breakin'
The highs were screamin' and the bass was shakin'
And it won't be long till everybody knows when that
to be defeated
By some freak mix of Shady friends
Who may try to make this beef stick
But any chance that my foot wont' snap off
Into their greasy ass,
all Uptown in the party (uhhh)
'Cause Lord Tariq won't you come and get shit started?
Check it yo, I'm in the big black Bronco
Sippin' Rimmey
phone
I don't give a fuck, though
Hand me a Dixie cup and a Red Bull
And I'mma mix it up with something special to make ya head go
Ooo wee ooo wee,
bed warm with a cutthroat n****
Have the card parties where the stakes was high
Go shopping, hit the club, and then start come by
I never had a day
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
the tales that I tell so well
(Short Dog)
I'm thinkin' way back, it's been a long, long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like to spit a lot of game
But
a nigga won't box you, or shoot your mug
I just came here to party baby, drank and roam blocks
Get a thicky thick chick, and get a quick dome shot
Got
featuring Slick Rick Snoop Doggy Dogg
I falls off into a party in the N.Y.C.
Niggaz lookin at me strange but they lovin my chain
Bang bang
There is a whole lot going on now
T let's get this going
Hmm
Mac are you ready for this one
Yes Sir
You ready, haha ha
Yeah
You already know Na8
they see me, point and stare at me
'Cause they just wanna live through me vicariously
Fashion weekend, Paris week, party like a rock star
Get blown by
they lay around flowers.
[Lloyd Banks]
i gotta thing for gangsters, that argue ova stains of reafer, and flip when i call a bitch like she queen
Nothing keeps me sober
Money makes me ova
How you got here nigga
Each day make it colder
Get to where its sunny
I been stacking flow up
Fuck this
the devil watching (like the devil watching)
Have been here before and now am here again
I just mix my Lean just to ease my pain
Ain't too much to lose but so
hand.
[DADDY X]
Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me sir.
I paid twenty bucks to get in here now my vision is blurred,
From that bass now this joker is just
Turn that shit off, man, what's wrong with you, man?
You know we got a party, man, get the other record
(Here we go)
One more time
It's
Turn that shit off, man, what's wrong with you, man?
You know we got a party, man, get the other record
(Here we go)
One more time
It's
featuring Slick Rick Snoop Doggy Dogg
I falls off into a party in the N.Y.C.
Niggaz lookin at me strange but they lovin my chain
Bang bang
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