Lyrics:
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
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
This the party song
Everybody in the spotty gonna get along
All my problems are behind me man they long gone
Grab a drink and put it up cause
ain’t surrounded by money.
And when you broke the kids look at you funny.
Think they told me that the party’s over
Man they told me that the party’s over
skin, hands up! Don't shoot
(African)
Braids and dreadlocks go deep in our roots
(American)
Rapping in the county with Ceno on the block
(Maywood)
Years
that for
I don't sniff that shit, cause I ain't with that shit
If I ain't watch a nigga roll it I can't hit that shit
Got my Root Beer float, alcohol
loose
I feel like the Natives we never have truce
Gunshots and violence it flows through my roots
Step on our toes that's a dangerous move
Speaking bout
I'm the man, that they call Timbaland (uh-huh, what?)
Now he the bir-ba-bir-ba-bird, understand?
We gon' party, until the sun comes up (uh-huh)
of vacancies in this line of duty, bands who don't want to quit after the front man, and the main song writer, has left the building. Right now Nirvana,
Graduated 4.0
Then she met a man
Josh I think it was his name
Everybody loved Josh
Josh had the drugs
She was starin at em
As he rolled the bud
Shorty
Carlo uh
Southbound near I thirty nine by mile two fifty seven uhm licence plate number REDACTED
Suspect was seen fleeing Ottawa state park shortly after
line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
Turn table lets bless me on my stereo
Play my favorite song on my stereo
Like Macy Gray, roots
whippin' up in the sports car
State building jams, remember Farraqan had that fake million man
Copped the fly jackets from Carlos at the mall
Or be in King
?
Ah-ha, yo man, E I don't know about that, man
Last time we took somebody with us, man
We had to carry him home, man, he got out of control
The whole
?
Ah-ha, yo man, E I don't know about that, man
Last time we took somebody with us, man
We had to carry him home, man, he got out of control
The whole
ass whoop if
He keeps saying that lol
Q: What's your favorite brand of Root beer?
A: I don't drink root beer unless it's the
Only cold can available i
the sand
I'm on the roots of the river city lands
I-I-I'm A river hippie
Let's hit that local beach
Don't need travel to get trippy
I don't need the shoes
I
my hand, have a few more drinks
Stay up all night and do our thing
Til the party's over
Til the party's over
We sip champagne cause we on top
Man, I
catch man in a Primarni
Don't shop in ends for this steeze
Royalist, bare pics of the Queen
We got the party grooving
We got the motive moving
$nowday
shell shocked by this thing hip hop
Now we done came a long way from the block parties that Herc toasted
From playing dozens on beat breaks
And beef
the sky
The moon's my mammy
The storm holds my eye
Dressed in westerlies [?]
Robed by robes ol' man river knows my name
And the reason you were born
Is
Well I don't know if you can even call it your own
When they don't want you to get near excitement
And in protest of that you just stay home, here it is
Everybody loves to party
Gal dem love to party
Man dem love to party
Gang gang love to party
Everybody loves to party
Gal dem love to party
Mandem
Man: Well hold on real quick, talk to Pete
Nelly: Holla at Pete, what this nigga talkin 'bout
[King Jacob]
Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these
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