Lyrics:
Silkk, Slim, P
It's like, we out the game
(What's up Soulja Slim?)
Keep from callin' us
It's like we're never gonna be
(Master P in there, boy
pills by it.
And went back 'n forth from
Work by it.
And paid their rent by it,
And before long they were even
Having
Birthday parties in the office
By
the work's all done this fall
Now when I left my home, boys, my Mother for me cried
She begged me not to go, boys, for me she would have died
My Mother's
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
wind hit him like a knife.
Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes,
familiar face,
After you, your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A TEC-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead
realize that the weak would fall
The best pick out of the crop of MCs
Got rocked by the fact of realness
Stop, the shit
Block parties was a thing
the after party
The Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darling
Bring your friends so we can let this party begin
And bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we
Ghost drunk boy, need no liquor
Live our life like live in the air
I wanna dance, please leave space, wait for your shift
Jiggle wiggle I’m doing ma zig
Ask the girl of the hour by the water towers watch
If your friends took a fall, are you obligated to follow
Time after time after time
If your
Like Friday after next
Mike Epps
Hit the lotto
The freaks come out
Showtime
The apollo
Don't lose your head
On a horse from a hollow
Men don't steal
Hey
ain't thinkin bout tomorrow
Like Friday after next
Mike Epps
Hit the lotto
The freaks come out
Showtime
The apollo
Don't lose your head
On a horse from
an arm and a leg
Man are like "Skeppy, you're kill em dred"
Taliban stylee, we kamakaze
Too much style for the party
And if it's not a Boy Better Know
pistol gripper
Isn't a life for me
I'd rather grip mics and undo girls zippers
But not them ho girls, meet me after
The showgirls, but take it slow girls
When I show up the party's going
I don't know why I showed up to this
I'm 19, I'm still young
So I told myself no getting lit
But my adrenaline is
When I show up the party's going
I don't know why I showed up to this
I'm 19, I'm still young
So I told myself no getting lit
But my adrenaline is
Nothin' but a gangsta party (for life, for life)
Nothin' but a gangsta party (West Coast, West Coast for life)
Got me up against the fence, back
Everyday countin' stacks and sayin FREE BOBBY
Almost got life he ain't even catch a body
When he gets out best believe we gon' party
Drivin' down da
hit by a moving truck
Stay away but I use to be cool as fuck
Til they started switching now I'm rude as fuck
Kicked her out after fucking she do too
in her mouth like dental
I catch a dub
And I'm like what's next
Sponsored by Nike
How I'm cashing these checks
I really just up and dropped out
a ride
We pop out at the party
This shit free for all
We ferda boys Snapchat all the fucking thots
It's fucking summer time
Let's party hard
It's fucking
if I just look right
Nigga get to tripping I sleep em give em a Suge Knight
We just trying to party 'til we fall
We just gotta grind 'til we ball
then black
Out and relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac (woo)
Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is
move boy I stay out the way
By the look on my face you can tell ion play
If you provide a service just make sure it's straight Ay
Diamonds
Now your
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