Dj Quik

I Don`t Wanna Party Wit U

  hip-hop  g-funk  rap  west coast  west coast rap
680 3 часа назад

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Well, shit, check it outI done found out that`s there a fine line between brilliant (uh-huh)and bein plum loco (oh fo` sho`, hell yeah)[DJ Quik]Get back, get forward, get raised, get loweredDo some extreme shit, keep from bein boredNow it`s double up, hoes come a nickel a dozenThey get hot and get fucked and don`t remember from buzzinThat`s why you don`t see me, I ain`t at the clubI`m chillin with my homies in the city of HubBecause they needin more than that hoe (than that hoe) the big fat hoeTryin to get every ballin nigga in the saddle (yee-ha!)Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the manNowadays you can`t tell, watch the crotch, it may swellYou needs a pap smear; you need to knowif you got an STD, some little critters in your trap dearGet on, me and my homies is indivisibleAnd don`t floss money, looks better when it`s invisible (yes)We get props from Wall Street to y`all streetIf ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heatC-P-T style, O-G me styleThe D-J, Q-U-I-K with no C styleIn yo` town, don`t trip nigga, it goes downAnd when you see me in all blue, you gon` frownBut I`m bridgin the gap, I`m rigid with rapMoney or respect bitch, I`d rather have the digits than daps (tell `em)So give me the haps, do you want the meat or the scraps? (c`mon)Put heat on my naps, and now my hair look sweet on my lap (always)Cause it`s the same thang tryin to kill the gang-bangSet examples for the kids, on how to maintainNever be a lame brain; y`all ain`t gotta feel the same painthat put a nigga like me on the mainframeBow down, back up nigga, I`m hot nowAnd don`t try to resuscitate me, when I`m shot downJust call my homie Theo on the radioAnd let him know his little homie Quiksta had to goBecause "Gangsta, Gangsta," that`s what they yellinBut niggaz do dirt, get caught, and start tellin (shut up!)Talkin to you G`s with no heartWe was throwin and runnin from bullets before gangsta rappin was an artNigga (nigga), so don`t test ya bullet-proof vest (nah)Cause real niggaz do real thangs up under stressThat`s from the C-P-T, young G with heart, tooOh we still party, but now it`s part IIAnd[Hook]I don`t wanna party wit you.. hell nawCause bitch you scaryYou 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoosYou`re bald, but your legs are hairyI don`t wanna party wit you.. hmm, hell nawYou need to put some lotion onCause your skin is peelin aroundthem bullet wounds on your backYou`re fat, plus you`re abortion-prone[DJ Quik]I`d rather be a young exec, than the puppet on the other endDanglin by a noose on his neckThey can`t handle me, cause I`m where the {scandal} beAn underground nigga on Arista, now there is the familythat I`ma roll wit, take control witHave a ball, break bread, and share the store witEven though I`m thirsty for money, in the worst wayI ain`t go cry if I don`t go platinum, on the first dayWatch me, get my hustle on with the friendly competitionY`all got papers but I got the latest edition (extra extra)A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what I crackAnd if you ain`t got that, keep wishin (we all about it)And to you bitch-ass niggaz in the mazeComin at a player with {homosexual} waysKeep lickin on that other soundAnd stay north of the 105 Hip Hop heads, cause this is undergroundYeah right by the water, can`t do right by ya daughter (no)But look at all the shit that I done bought her (hmm?)See lyrics ain`t nothin if the beat ain`t crackinAnd these beats smackin, that`s why the G`s keep stackin, nigga[Hook](I don`t wanna party wit you).. hell nawCause nigga youse a scufflaYour braids is dingy, your clothes ain`t got no creasesAnd your lips look like you sucked a muffler(I don`t wanna party wit you).. hell nawCause bitch you didn`t know me when you was fine as wine and thickNow you`re sick from smokin that shitYou`re broke and plus you`re boney[DJ Quik]W-E-S-T, C-O-A-S-TThat`s where the hydroponic with no seeds beSo don`t trip when you see me on the TV, or my CDAnd my eyes are really R-E-DSee the {industry} is freak (shh shh shh), pardon me for bein speakySnitchin on y`all that wanna jeek meWhat makes you even try that way?Yeah I might be fly, but I don`t fly that wayHmm, even on a gallon of Cisco I could never go discoDude I ain`t from {`Frisco}And to these bitches y`all trippin, we ain`t layin wit y`allJust because we say we wanna fuck we playin wit y`allThis is entertainment, we tryin to make us some changeWe ain`t impressed by what you got up under your HanesBitch that`s yo` trap, and that`s yo` sapLet me spit the cap while she sit in yo` lap homieDon`t you know me? Jealous-ass niggaz wanna flow me (why)Just because yo` woman wanna blow meOn the strength I give that hoe a tittie-toyCause I`m the only ugly nigga gettin away with bein pretty boy[Hook](I don`t wanna party wit you).. hmm, hell nawNow this is how the sporty bounceWe stay away from you broke-ass niggaz always beggin and ain`t got a dime on the 40 ounce(I don`t wanna party wit you).. hmm, hell nawCause hoe you to` back, with that ol` long ass rollAnd ya stockin smellin like Avon and that horse want his `fro back(I don`t wanna party wit you).. hmm, hell nawAnd nigga I can`t stand yaAnd I ain`t got nothin but some advice, a map, a bar of soap, some water and a towel to hand ya(I don`t wanna party wit you).. hmm, hell nawNow I`ma be real wit itAll my fuckin life I ain`t never wanted fameBut since the shit done came I gotta deal wit it(I don`t wanna party wit you)Ya know, but I`ma do it like my homie sayCheck it, I don`t give a fuck about fame (fa sho)I`d rather deal with the money, y`all can have the nameI`m outYeah

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