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Tytuł: Party

  • Wykonawca: The Beatnuts
  • Wy¶wietleń: 247
Heard ye yo, on the motherfuckin' mix
   Aight...
  
   Yo !
   Beatnuts...
  
   I'm like Conan dusted in a Cadillac raw hand
   Makin'an assault with detail program
   Aggravated the party a little
   Leave the whole place full of riddle,
   Hardcore to the middle
   Big Jus, Psycho Les & Skribble
   A nigga really stars fallout
   And leave the rap game cripple.
   Beatnuts forever, die hard, you know the model,
   Shut the hell up then and buy another bottle.
   Get the party started correct-
   ly the whole place breaking their neck
   It's the beatnuts, what you expect ?
   Like tu-tu-du and all that shit,
   Summer splash it's beatnuts with a smash hit.
  
   Paaaaarty !
   We're gonna have a oooorgy !
   (after the) Paaaaarty !
   We're gonna have a oooorgy !
  
   Beatnuts, a.k.a. the Trackmasters
   Sit at the table like fat mobsters,
   We bang our ??? that make you jump like grasshoppers,
   We blast cupboards (blaw !)
   Tryin' to shut down the grass rosters,
   We stack posters like bank robbers
   It's the real 3, Ju Les and Willy
   Straight from the Q, U, Double E
   N, S,
   Once again it's
   The man it's
   The society you all keep eyin'me,
   Buyin'me drinks,
   Like she wants me to do her grand opening.
   I'm hoping she's a pit fighter
   Imaginin' Big Cyke inside her
   Bangin'it out like a rhinoceros
   Yo who got the trees I wanna light up for us
   Who want test Les get left in a mess
   Take this to the head, fuck the vest
   Tryin'a duck less, screaming for your grandmother
   Hook the phone like "I know what you did last summer"
  
   Paaaaarty !
   We're gonna have a oooorgy !
   (after the) Paaaaarty !
   We're gonna have a oooorgy !
  
   I tear it up when I head it up
   Like hurricane stuff,
   Keep it smooth like pearl jam bugs,
   Make you fiend like drugs.
   Scheme like thugs with tight mobs
   We pitfight all bitches that call us scrubs
   Triple one's on my back
   ??? guns on my chest
   Beatnuts stay hot to death
   Fool for the chef
   Who do the best ? Call me your highness
   Cause when you find this I'm probably blinder than the smoke
   Chillin'in miami drinkin heinys on the ???
   Yo the streets are wild, I never let'em see me smile
   Love this hip hop shit since I was a child, juvenile
   Tryin'a make money by the p???
  
   Paaaaarty !
   We're gonna have a oooorgy !
   (after the) Paaaaarty !
   We're gonna have a oooorgy !
   Paaaaarty !
   We're gonna have a oooorgy !
   (after the) Paaaaarty !
   We're gonna have a oooorgy !
  
   [Scratches]
   Check it, check it, check what I say
   I'm so great, I'm so great
   Check it, check it, check what I say
   I'm so great, I'm so great
  
   Don't let'em see you smile...