no? I'm sayin yo, I'm aight (Maybe I should tell her what a famous rapper I am) (Yeah, that'll get her on my side) I'm Phonte from Little Brother, you
yo, I'm... aight ("Maybe I should tell her what a famous rapper I am") ("Yeah - that'll get her on my side") I'm Phonte from Little Brother, you heard
Übersetzung: Little Brother. Nach der Party.
within [x2] [Verse 2:] I got this little letter I'm tryin to break it down(break it down) but let me tell you corey backround he started off crazy party
's married, he can't leave home (Whoo!) Told me 'bout a party on 1.5 I got my pistol, jumped into my ride Got in the party with my pockets fat Bitches
go and this party started now Parties and getting naughty is what I'm all about So many girlies in the house With slanging ass bodies and perty ass mouths After the party
attached, it'll attack every bone in your back Meet Zach, twenty-one years old After hangin out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold and decides
room and let me get down can't hold back cos da Five's in your town Everybody got to grab somebody wow let's party [Bridge:] Don't stop baby, baby shake
like how I'm living, well, fuck you!" I been a G since a little kid Sticking my head up into somebody's dollar party, getting into shit And late nights
the Apollo For Amistad to Amadou, attacked in these streets The term COP really stands for Cappin Our Peeps They shot a 40 round, are brother got slaughtered
Why do you come back to me time after time after time after time why do you come back to me Why do you come back to me I'll tell you why do you come back to this poor little
lilke a little snotty dish of prodigy cookin'. They called me Little Man all in the boulevard. When I was young, my family used to party hard. Gangs of
talk you into bed. And all those stupid little things, They ain't working, No they ain't working any more. You started getting fatter, Three weeks after
stoppin' us, we risin' urkin' plenty people When you switch from good to bad your good it brings you lotta people Sippin' on some crooked I, dodgin' all you playa haters Brother
just for instance 'Cause I'm the type of nigga to make the fat lady sing Hour after my flow She wasn't shocked with my swing But a little too much weight
: [feat. Kool Moe Dee] [Kool Moe Dee:] (Yeah) One two, one two Party people in the place to be! [Redman:] Yeah, ha ha Let me clear my throat! [x2]
treated me like a wet food stamp after gettin rejected, I ain't runnin upset I said, 'What's a Dogg do to?' Rhymes at rates When I used to go to parties