Текст песни Anybody Killa f Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Party at the Liquor Store
Anybody Killa f Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Party at the Liquor Store слова песни
[Verse 1 - Anybody Killa]There`s a party goin` on, who`s comin` with?To kill the rest of that malt 40 and grab ya shitI hope you got some money, cause I ain`t got your backEspecially how cheap you was on that chronic sackThere`s a party at the liqour store, don`t be claimin` brokeActin` like a cold 40 ain`t good on the throatWho you think that you foolin`? Cause it sure ain`t meShould`ve borrowed five dollars from your old ladyIs there anybody`s cup as empty as mine?Pile into the hoo-ride, seats reclineStopped at the weed spot, order up anotherThis is how we do it, MUTHAFUCKA!CD burned full of old school tracksOn the corner of the party store shootin` some crapsIf this is something that you normally seeThen you probably live close to me[Hook]There was a party at the liquor store (C`mon!)There was a party at the liquor store (C`mon!)There was a party (Anybody!) party (Everybody!)There was a party at the liquor store (C`mon!)[Verse 2 - Blaze Ya Dead Homie]I showed up dro`ed up, khaki`s creasedAnd a chickenhead hangin` on either side of meSendin` me to the store, to cop some 40`sAnd I take my time and make my way around the partySee my boy JD, the weed spot on wheels65 Impala drop top, he make the shit hopCopped it out and snatch the bluntWith two bitches that came through the skunk, we got fucked up!Seconds passed, the chickenheads came backNow it`s off to minglin` and see who else up in the shackThe music started bumpin`, there ain`t no sign of the pigsIf there was, I`d pull my shit and split they fuckin` wigsI`m high as fuck, and stumblin` off six 40`sBy the time I see my homie ABK up at the partyChillin` with seven hoes in they shell toesOr they dream about sex and those in birthday clothes[Hook]There was a party at the liquor store (C`mon!)There was a party at the liquor store (C`mon!)There was a party (Anybody!) Party (Everybody!)There was a party at the liquor store (C`mon!)[Verse 3 - Anybody Killa]When I got there, shit was tightSo I rolled up a blunt of that chocolate thaiEverybody was chillin` out front, sayin` "What`s up?"Walk in to grab a 40 as I spark my stuffWent straight to the back where the brew be atGrabbed a cold 4-0 and proceeded to crackGotta dollar fifty sub and a bag of Better Made chipsPhone number from the hot bottle return bitchIt was a good day, perfect day to partyHot bangin` bootylicious freaks actin` hornyMan, this party store is kinda like the clubBesides the bums comin` in cause the beer`s cheap enoughI was gettin` my groove on, straight big pimpin`Aisle of the party store, Bud Light sippin`I heard a gunshot, my drink droppedI coulda swore it was the fuckin` cops[Hook]There was a robbery at the liquor store (What happened?)There was a robbery at the liquor store (What happened?)There was a robbery (A robbery?) Someone got shot (He got shot!)There was a robbery at the liquor store (What happened?)