It's A Party

歌詞

[Intro: Drag-On] Hey, yeah, uh It's a party over there, nah It's a party over here, yeah Fuck that bullshit... [Drag-On:] I ain't no Peter Piper, but I'll pay Peter to pipe ya Cause they got me by the balls; and I can't risk it all Up in the Jamaican spot, biscuit out and friskin all Rudebwoy don't make me bloodclaat lick off Me not the one you wan' take off, see and Don't be brave, show me the safe and you'll be safe, see and Cooperative... shit smart man Blaow blaow! Shoulda been like that from the start man Custom made truck, pop the trunk it's all wires 23-inch, all rims, no tires Gritty motherfucker, Feds can't touch us Got 'em all conceited, the way we leave 'em stuck up Nigga, I R& B niggaz like Usher That stand for 'Rob & Bang' niggaz once the R rush ya My heart ain't pumpin, no pressure The way we run up on you niggaz like your parents, and undress ya [Chorus: x2] It don't matter what I go through Double-R's my, life And when shit just, ain't, lookin good I'm a make it be, all right [Drag-On:] I'm only out for the cream, y'all wanna know the scheme? (yup) Here's a tip, the tip of my gun head holds a beam Roll with the team, with the spinnin rims so it seems Like I'm movin slow when I speed Stomach's so empty my chest starvin Y'all could be the great Batman but I stick niggaz up so I be the best Robin I don't respect the D's, make 'em call they sergeant They call me Margarine; slide out the gutter, like butter I see your stones glistenin, that don't mean nothin to me I be at your home visitin and you ain't gon' like my company Standin on your doormat and I'm not Welcome I buy bullets but I don't sell 'em, I just make sure niggaz felt 'em Certain niggaz gotta feel 'em (yeah) at least I don't steal Long as he come up out his shit, at least I won't peel May be bad but life ain't all good Long as niggaz got that thing out and e'ything's understood It's all hood [Chorus] [Drag-On:] I do my robberies like a book of matches, I light shit Might strike twice in one night, 'til my fire is lit If I don't got a gun I'm wirin shit - fuck it I don't look at ice admirin and shit, I'm thinkin how to make you up it And is it worth it? Shit, my pockets is hurtin And the only way I can sooth the pain is duke chain I ask myself, is that platinum? Shit, the way I feel right now I'll take gold if I have to I don't give a fuck about this party so don't make me do it Don't make me make this DJ lower this goddamn music Everybody runnin to they car cause you slumped over the bar Look at everybody, havin a good time, don't make me go that far I got a nigga on each corner with a good reach on ya And I don't got the heat on me, so one move and they gon' leap on ya My clique keep the fumes strong like ammonia Cause we go hard, Double-R's the squad, the street owners [Chorus]