Garden Party

Ay, check it out We having a party in the garden tonight Ladies get in free Well, as long as you don't stop dancing with a guy If you like look behind and you're "Oh, this nigga look ugly" (Ye-yes, yes, yes he is) I get it But that's my homie, though, that's my mans So like dance with him 'Cause he was first chair in high school So respect him, huh (look) You know the vibes, you know my tribe Instruments, you know it's live When I turn up I don't enter the place without 'em (saxophone, jheeze) When I show up, the place gets real colossal (talk about it) It's like la-di-da-di, I like to party (uh) Like to kick back (yeah) with a shorty But it's the night of the battle Of the bands Slash crump battle, slash twerk dance Slash rap battle, slash call all my dawgs You better get on this song 'Cause it look like Stomp The Yard in the garden Battle of the bands, we starting Here all night they won't leave We all vibe and we sing like Look, uh Almond soft skin, her ass fat Awkward walk, wobbling, wopty wop, draggin' a wagon I park, sparked up the doobie in my pocket How my dawgs walking theyself, barking, and catching coffins Party, party pour me a shot, if I shoot the sheriff Would you call me in the morning? Raise the fruit of my loins (I love you) You love me lady? you lying This little light of mine I let it shine but like a dynamite I been high as Heaven, drunk as hell but don't fly right Seeing tie dye colors and side eye cover With shades from the sideline, say, "Goodbye" (bye) In my shaky life I try to stabilize, crazy times I gotta pray to God, but he don't say nothing I think it look like Stomp The Yard in the garden Battle of the bands, we starting (yeah, yeah) Here all night they won't leave We all vibe and we sing like Pass the Casamigos Reposado Taking shots in the garden It's starting to get hotter without heating lamp See now we be amped up When it's time to plant our seeds off in the bushes Got 'em gushin' like a hydroponic system And I would love to listen to you breathe in my ear As we make sweet love under the trees My dearly beloved Clearly nobody can come between this man and his woman Fit just like a hand inside a glove When I'm stuffing all this lovin' in your oven Hot tub Tony, I'm sucka free and still bubbling They left it up to me So I keep this motherfucker bumping A lil' somethin' somethin' (somethin' somethin') 'Cause it look like Stomp The Yard in the garden Battle of the bands, we starting (yeah, yeah) Here all night they won't leave We all vibe and we sing like