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My Party Lyrics
[Intro] Hey-hey-hey yo Hey-hey-hey yo Hey-hey-hey
yo F-A-B Hey-hey-hey yo Hey-hey-hey yo F-A-B Hey-hey-hey yo
Hey-hey-hey yo
[Verse 1] Ain't no tellin' what this hip lowered
do to me I'm feelin' like I can do what I want now Dip-low
immunity Shorty! just shake your hips slow and move wit me Take a hit of
this and sip slow and thoroughly You're sneakin' out on your man, tip-toein'
to the V Cause I know you got him whipped though like wannabe Let's put on
a live strip show just you and me But girl, I'm lookin' at them lips though
like who is he? They ain't never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry So when
I ask "you wanna leave the zip-code?" Say "sure" and be
me
But this is my party Stroll by if you want to Or y'all can stay
home But why would you want to?
We gon' party, till we laid in
graves Sweat out our doobie braids and waves Then scream
"hey-hey-hey yo" That groupie made her wait Cuz when she seen
the whips and chains She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave,
c'mon
[Hook] 2x This is my party So get fly if you want to Get
high if you want to cuz I know you want to Put your hands up as high as you
want to And if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
[Verse
2] I don't know about y'all But we doin' it over here All the glasses
got liquid that's blue in it over here Cigars got somethin' sticky that's
glueing it over here Ladies movin' it over there, movin' it over here I
can fit a few in a Rover's rear We havin' a good time, don't ruin it overs
this You see why we asks is to see ID Cuz girls will do anything for some
VIP access Me I relax this (easy) Cause I'm used to ballin' You could
tell that these guys need practice But if it was a problem then I would
confront you You saying "over" bet ya I say "you want
to" But a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put I ride
wit the top down and switch to the top-up look Would you believe most these
bitches go bop up shook Their asses pokin' out like them pictures in pop up
books
[Hook]
[Verse 3] Oh yea, we's off the Richter
Scale Hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell If the ladies would
show it off and thick as hell For my hustlers knockin' off them bricks as
well And everybody, up north that's sick in jail I probably feel y'all,
send you all of the flicks in mail The Street Family speed off in six
SL's To all them chicks at Yale "hey-hey-hey-hey yo" Shake your
glasses back and forth to mix it well Shake your ass back and forth as quick
as hell And just from lookin' at them thighs from the front view Girl I
know that these guys say they want you I wake up in the same clothes from
yesterday Same hoes from yesterday Lightin' clips to the same dro' from
yesterday Her hang-overs yesterday You ain't mistaken' we in Benz's
today But we had them Range Rovers
yesterday
[Hook]
Hey-hey-hey yo... Hey-hey-hey yo...
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