Lyrics:
Medotoo nornyi wo kporm
Medotoo party ny3 kporm
Norji doko meokporg3
Medotoo party ny3 kporm
Minor ji doko meokporg3
Medotoo party ny3 kporm
Make who
1.2.3. Joosuc and Epik High
1.2.3. We be livin' street life
This is street life
I was born in city
This is street love
I'll be mourned by
cause the money dirty
Ah, any means, get it by any means
And if the money dirty then you know we lookin' clean, we in between
Yeah, we all start with rats
dirty rich
You shouldn't trust me
I wouldn't even trust me dear
I wouldn’t
I'd party every night, Oh! surrounded by people I don't like
I would fuck
A lesson taught, I know you thought my dirty raps were kinda funny
But close minded people thought I was only out to make money
But check on back 'cause
you want to get dirty
You want to go left, right
This what we do
Well it's the Nocka, The Chiz Rocker
Party while I'm wine drinkin'
My rhymes
Yeah.. yeah, yeah, look, party people gath-
Party people gather round
(Do that dance, grown up, do that grown up, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah
Do that
the truth, people stranded
Nothing handed I've been left dreaded
And I'm writing my wrongs not taking credit I'm not fed up
No silver spoon and no gold
Embrace :
Bring it by
In the sunlight
Let it shine
In the moonlight
Without the sun
There's no daylight
Candle lights in the nighttime
Let them
you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen
[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
of that ol', that good ol'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come
eat you, you ain’t a legend
You’re just ordinary people
I’m the original story, you’re the sequel
I’m the dirty version, you clean, man
They bleep you
I
version you?
Yeah, talk to angels, don't you turn your back on them, you're screwed
I told all my bros be quiet while were on the road
Too many people
of the party, mmm-hmm, 'til I almost cry, mmm-mmm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us
Hey, Miss Donda
If you run into
(Rich Jones)
Do what I gotta just to cross the finish line
What then?
Do what I gotta just to cross the finish line
What then?
Party time
Party
dating is pointless, come see me in person
Ain't nothing wrong with being old and still a virgin
Dirty version of songs are better than clean versions
I
I fell asleep with open eyes again
Seeing me how others see me on my mind again
I hope I don't find offense
With people's versions of what I
version of Heavy D
I'm a fat fuck but girls, the girls, they love me
Yeah I know, I'm dirty and crusty
And ugly, and I smell real bad
But bitches still fuck
you want to get dirty
You want to go left, right
This what we do
Well it's the Nocka, The Chiz Rocker
Party while I'm wine drinkin'
My rhymes
a spliff
Dirty ass nigga
Grip her hips at the party
Go stupid, retarded
Make a scene if you get carded
I'm an artist
Possibly the hardest
Ever hit
rapping is ass
Shit I don't need a courteous pass To be that rash
I never thought the USA could BE this mad
Judging by the people that they're putting up
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
of the party, mm-hmm, that I almost cried, mm-mm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us
Hey, Miss Donda
You run into my
people in the flow,
Would like to just let yourselves go
And doowutchyalike,
Yeah, well tonight's your night.
Just eat food, try not to be crude
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