Lyrics:
ya ya
The life of the party, I got the light on my neck
The life of the party, I'm gon' run up a check
The life of the party, I got bands on deck
making they hand spin
If it's gang gang
My nigga come throw some bands in
Invest in a school downsize from all the mansion
Beautiful estate but really
come
We got y'all eleven to one son
You done off, too late to break off
Tactics are hazardous to the health, bomb stealth
Rifle stay M-16, know what
picking out my shoes
I'm never late to the party
If I'm late to the party with you
By the time we get there
Everybody will be drunk
The chairs will
a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
We comin' through to take control
strive for?
What we live for? What we give for?
What we die for? Strictly fam members only
Strictly fam members only
I grew up around block parties
for the hour to devour and splatter ya heads of powder
I'm a slave to the rhythm but never to a mental deaf and power
The hour has come, we got y'all
follow me, come follow me, come follow me, come follow
H'here we come follow me, come follow me, come follow me, come follow
(I rock) H'here we come
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
They off that alcohol and molly, a hundred guns in our party
Put something hot in your body, but we cooling out in our party
And that Blaque Pirate
the bank
Take whatever they want, we party and give thanks
I've been rocking gold chains since pee was in the tank
You only live once, you only live once
can't find myself
Lost in the middle of bland
Don't nobody play nowadays all these digital bands
Ain't nobody musicians no more lyrical cats
How can we go
for one super close up
The band gets interrupted by an artsy scene
Changing place no we don't
Now we're filmed from above
Brass and sunset
Three girls
somethin more than brass is a blast
Make a brother work hard, long and fast
Word is bond, we got it goin on
C'mon throw ya hands in the air
Brand
Where are your masters, boy?
Their kind will blaze away
They'll bring a big brass band
And wear dress uniforms
The sense of savoir faire
which lets you
all on me
We ain't leavin' 'til the sun come up, baby
Came to do this here all night long
Party ain't a party 'til I get up in the party
If I leave 'em
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
And that, good people, is why
he got all cute and dropped by
With (sixty elephants, llamas galore) for real?
(With his bears and lions, a brass band
the party's at
We don't care who you came with, we'll take care of that
Just meet us at the motel, room 602
Tell your mama you won't be home, 'cause we got
to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they
Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they
Keep it
down.
I'm so New Orleans, we brass so hard, tickle all the teeth in your mouth.
Band, give'm a lil taste so they know just what I'm talking 'bout!
I'm
TNG is back, NF is back
We gonna party in the city
Peg city like the 90’s
Ohhhh, we gotta, groove
We gotta choose we gotta move
We gotta, groove
(thot, thot)
Go get some racks what you better do (you thot)
Lil' bro on ya head for a band or two (come here)
I know he a handle you (gone)
Lil'
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