girlfriend that's speaking my cobana Ask me where the party's at baby I'm the answer Have another drink with me shawty where your manners Take another shot another shot shot shot shot
as crooked as the niggas they chasin' Lookin' for role models Our father figures is bases Some say they expect Illuminati take my body to sleep Niggas at the party
big pussy throw down and drop it Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket Getting mine with nine coked extorting Block shots
a fool pull a loaded gun Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over He had to act a fool now the party's over Gun shots rang like it's thunder And everybody
: (50 cent) She want it I can tell she want it want me to push up on it for she know when I'm all on it we get the party going liquor flowing this is
aint nothin to it The way we do it, now everybody put your fuckin' hands up! Lets Go! [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party
that! [shot] Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [2 shots] That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! [gunshot] {Whooooo! } Ridin' witta full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [shot
yap, like I'ma take all that, One more word out his mouth I'll push Style's shit back, See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches long, And the trigger
light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck Chorus (Lloyd Banks) But as long as I'm here I'm gonna grab checks and make my cash stretch longer
doin'?) {Nuttin', hon! Uhh, uhh, I'm just nuttin', hon!} (What you doin'?) {Nuttin', hon! Aww, honey-hon!} Like I said, the party ain't dead, These
past three But the party don't get started til my baby pours her love on me She's a hundred proof, Lord she's smooth She makes me moan all night long
the world on a hook, it's worse every time I look. Don't let em take the fight outta you. I would rather take your punch than not give you a shot. I'
o Ey, o, ey, o, ey, o, ey, o, ey, o, ey, o (No, we don't wanna go) (No, no we don't wanna go) I had a party, it went long, I told 'em all to stay Neighbors
Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone Forty-five places to get done Send out your invitation To the party
tell 'I'm ''Drake is just a younger you'', And shawty wanna party so don't let yo girl up out the house Or there'll be shots on TMZ, of me givin her mouth
I was fresh to some conceited to degree Steppin' out the house tryna figure out where cameras from Cheaters would be But now I need a culprit I am talkin Long
tracks Couple Xanax light a couple wax candles then black out And relapse til I yack Jack Daniels and yap, burp bubbles Attitudes immaturing, double shot of bacardi party
he stand, ok you win, you can say we cant rap but no shots (??), never me (??), you never (??), and I dont wanna (??), when they say it was wack... I walk in the party