Partytime

Party time It's party time Without a doubt I'm coming back and I would do it again You can take away my beat and don't touch my pen My name is Short that's so fake because I rap so long Other rappers hear pop I put funk in this song Young tender on the floor wiggle it all Homeboy keeps telling her to give him a call He's been on her since ten and it's almost two Walking through the party with his dick on the roof Tryin' to catch a little freak in the mini skirt She was dancing real nasty all the boys like her You can handle like a dog but you won't get game You'll only get dog fake number and name She's a mother to be and you better believe You'll be looking at her mean next time you meet Young tender won't care, she's still fine Here you come again with your playboy lines You don't stop The party start jumping five hours ago The mix don't stop till it's way past four At three A.M I hit the scene Buck-toothed freaks drop at three-fifteen Pull out with one ditch the other I jumped in my ride and I burnt rubber Party time Get busy Too $hort She's the one, love those legs Danced two records but it seems like days Baby so fine I keep telling myself I want the young tender under my love spell She could be all mine, nothing more or less Life with a smile never, ever depressed I give her ever lasting love around the clock Baby doll it's you and me so just rock Breakdown All you superficial rappers will cease to exist If I come into a party hitting raps like this Though I make you feel weak when you want to be strong You're soft soap buddy as I state in my song According to the scriptures in the book of rhymes Biting on a line is considered a crime Unintelligent? Yes! Never fresh! RUN DMC tattooed in your chest I'll tell you one time and one time only You might be fresh if you weren't so phony The ability to rap is a gift from God And your biting what your writing and it won't be bought At the spur of a moment I will bust a rap Simultaneously jamming with the beat in the back Party time! Get busy Party time It's party time, so get busy Shake it, bake it, make it, break it Work that body girl just don't fake it I'm the kinda brother for a girl like you I can see in your eyes that you know it's true I'm the mack and the (?) from the big Oak Town Laying track by track that vicious sound All you sucker MC's hating my face Even though there's not a rapper who could take my place You better hook Look Or just get took I know what you're about, see I read you like a book Desperate dreams are on your mind With a 10 foot mic you couldn't touch my rhyme I'm impeccable rapping Won't stop capping Front one time and you'll see what happens Party time Get busy So fresh to the sound I get down I'm so fresh from the Oakland town