Dj Quik Pitch In Ona Party Lyrics

Pitch In Ona Party Lyrics

[DJ Quik Talking] 

Momma 

I know you said that you wanted a record you could listen to 

With no cussing and sh*t 

I tried 

But I still gotta do this 


[Verse 1] 

Yo 

Jingle jingle 

We've go the lingo 

With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first single 

It don't matter cuz I'm underground anyway 

Rich balling, bit*h call and fly any day 

You dirty niggas y'all too whack to dance 

Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all pants 

And leave that up to my niggas, young fly niggas 

Getting down you and I niggas dont try niggas 

I changed my mind I don't want your bit*h 

Cuz sorry as* women just don't get rich 

You could keep her 

I'd rather have a fifi bag because it's cheaper 

You can't come up for NL 

I gets deeper 

And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper 

So pass the reafer 

And to you false balling niggas just grab your crotches 

But if you paid nigga pat your pockets 


[Hook] 

And for sure 

You've got yours 

I've got mine's and we're balling 

So call up everybody 

Let's pitch in ona party for sure 

[x2] 


[Verse 2] 

Alright 

Somebody play the potato 

Let's take a ballad 

On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid 

Cuz we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again 

And here come the police with them big black boots again 

Kicking niggas out 

Hand cuffing and stuffing they banging jacky chicken in they mouth 

And time to shine pitching a fit 
 

Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt and won't pass the sh*t 

Who keeps turning the lights on? 

Why the music keep skipping? 

And why these dirty khaki niggas tripping? 

I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted 

500 dollars worth of white star 

About to hide it 

Cuz y'all ain't drinking mine up 

You better drink that anj and palmason and the rest of that wine up 

You party haters need to stop it 

I think we really about to pat your pockets 


[Hook] 

[x2] 


[Verse 3] 

Hey baby 

My girlfriend left me today 

So which one of you old ragedy as* bit*hes wanna come in here and play? 

That's what my homie told and try to cop the cancun 

Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom 

And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor 

By the big screen t.v. where your pants go? 

Some of you niggas I swear 

I try to throw y'all a ragedy as* party 

And y'all don't even care 

Cigarette burns in my plush 

Empty beer bottles in the brush 

And my bit*h acting like a lush 

Boy what else could go wrong? 

Somebody kick the extension cord out 

[Music stops, DJ Quik talking] 

Move! 

Y'all gotta be some of the clumsiest muthaf**kas 

[Music starts up again] 

To the sounds, now some 

Y'all done f**ked up 

Get out, get on 

Speed up nigga 

Get up, take your weed on 

Ya nigga, the drunk nigga said it 

Your pockets, that's where I'm sending 

K go 


[Hook] 

[x4]