Lyrics:
Yow I'm sorry if I ain't spittin more of the party
Of rockin em shorties
Puffin blunts and sippin Bacardis
It's probably - cause we hardly get any
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
I believe
Look!
Say she wanna be friends
I don't wanna pretend that we're nothing
Girl you got me running
Now i'm fronting my demons cuz they see me weakening
some audio distortion
Bust the popcorn, drop it onto my cassette and
bust it, Kid Crumbs, how ya feel? (I'm feelin blessed man)
Yeah, The Square Roots
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
I believe
had together, Spanish, what the fuck
I was Carlos, she was Mia
Why did they make us choose Spanish names, by the way?
Isn't that insane? (Yes) I
Yeah, Yo, Yo, Yo,Yo, Yo , Yo
I say
Ima Stay Inside n**** , Yeah no house parties
No house parties
No house parties
No house parties
Ima Stay Inside
forest
With the root of fresh trees planted elsewhere
Only then will you obtain a wilderness
That cannot be penetrated, petrified family tree
See
some audio distortion
Bust the popcorn, drop it onto my cassette and
bust it, Kid Crumbs, how ya feel? (I'm feelin blessed man)
Yeah, The Square Roots
a homie name Jose aka tequila
Party starter 1800 man you cant beat him
Patron shots by the min Brandy think I'm cheating
But I like my drink dark and strong
hand out
We doing this on our own
We don't need a fuckin handout
Got my future in a scope
And i got to get it planned out
Yeah
I'm the mothafuckin' man
don't know they're a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy
Scary, scary
No more parties in LA
Please baby, no more parties in LA
it started
I'm the King of Skill and I K Rule
I be mad poised
Chance Time and I get that bag boi
Optimal by design like a Blastoise
Mario Party DNA,
the night
The Monte Carlos rumble by
Under these faded old street lights
Whoa-whoa on the west side rules don't apply
For a man on a mission, either you
the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker burn
Everybody here we go
Ohh ohh
C'mon party people
you don't know none of them people.
Man 1: Man, I know Juvenile, I know his brother, I know lil... I-I-- (gets cut off by man 2)
Man 2: what's his
the feeling don't die
We can say it's Tru I been Reppin HI
Do it cause my Roots man it's my bloodline
I always stayed Tru in this thing No Lie
When what you say
I'm tryna see where a nigga keep the safe
A wise man say don't be good be great
How I came up we ain't got it we take
If you ain't got it I got it we
police
Lady by day part time freak in the sheets
Never needed no man
She never needed no man
But after the party
She'll leave with one cause she can
(okay)
Revis brought me out to Cali for the first time
Went to Amare's party, took tequila shots with Kevin Hart (ah)
But Kevin don't remember that
I
Back in the booth
Burning it down to the root
Enjoying the power of youth
Might be the Guy
Giving you all of the reasons
Showing that I am
my life, been po'
But it really don't matter no mo'
And they wonder why we act this way
Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay
Came in the game,
the moment it passes us by yes quite quickly
See
So don't leave yourself stuck in the mud...
Leaving the mind to find the gut
Yeah
But once you find it
Don
the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker burn
Everybody here we go
Ohh ohh
C'mon party people
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