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Method Man
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Party Crasher
Lyricist:Robert F. Diggs, Derrick Harris, Clifford Smith
Aww shit, not these niggaz again Aiyyo listen I'm only lettin' five of you motherfuckers in here tonight If your man ain't on the guest list He get to the back of the fuckin' line And you know another motherfuckin' thing? I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink In this motherfucker tonight I'm kickin' all y'all the fuck outta here
Uhh Muh'fuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin' death Nigga if you scared why don't yo' ass just stay the fuck home Check it out, uhh
Me and mines at the door, ain't tryin' to pay your fees Stop playin', you fuckin' with me, I push my way in Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up Guzzlin' Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch Bouncin' nigga lookin' like he want war Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah pattin' me down like the law As I stumble in the party Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure
Loungin' near the bar section, rolled the L And kept steppin', concealed weapon, razor sharp Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin' for matches? Burn somethin', one toke got me blasted Took another toke then I passed it, choke Fantastic, herb ain't no joke Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish
Ladies on the dance floor, shakin' they asses That millon dollar broke niggaz, that makin' passes Honey with the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic Skin like blackberry molasses, mmm Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com At last it's, time to step and make her mine Niggas headin' toward the bathroom tuckin' they shines Brothers got to keep it movin', playin' with kids That won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban, you know what this is
Yo Duke that's your diamonds right there, God? Yo that shit'll go right where my people ain't right now Yo don't touch my shit
Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream End of story couldn't find shorty, party scene's Now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be long Before the sirens intervene, the territory Can't we all get along, without the ruckus Got big bouncin' muh'fuckers, tryin' to rush us I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench Of a hell bent environment, the odds against us
Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl Uhh, every time I try to have a good time why? Somebody always fuckin' it up, killin' my high, damn Monkey wrench they whole program, party over By that time I'm dead sober In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, dead gone You can tell that they was heat holders
Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids Rushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin' Duke Half to death and took his Rolex, it's horrible Like a front page article, Mister Pitiful About a step away now we critical, uhh As I boned out I heard the people shout Niggaz, yea cold turn the party out Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
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