Lyrics Private Party - Cuban Link

Private Party

Getcha hands up now, get your hands up
People if you want to party get your hands up now
Get it crunk right now, get your hands up
Feelin freaky mami drop it like it’s hot right now
Yeah, it’s ya boy Cuban, Big Menz, yall know what it is
It’s a Private Party
Ain’t no party like an M.O.B.
party, cause an M.O.B.
party don’t stop,
don’t stop
It’s a Private Party
Ayo the party’s over here, yeah, nothin but hunnies everywhere
Shakin their derrieres like they just don’t care
Thugs guzzlin beers, players got the belvedere
Ballers poppin the cris, throwin money in the air
Everybody’s in the clear lookin very debonair
No dummys in the rear, hatin, giving funny stares
It’s a family affair, playboy bunnies by the pairs
No need to be greedy, they call me Sonny cause I Cher
It’s the player of the year, yeah I’m back to work
That latin flirt that gets more ass than Captain Kirk
And that’s my word, we gon have a blast in here
Many models, henny bottles, plenty cash to splurge, c’mon
We can get it crunk and get low
At the bar with drink and hypno
Bustas lookin at the front do
It’s a Private Party
Like the way you do that right there
Get 'em up, put your hands in the air
Wilin out like we really don’t care
It’s a Private Party
Ayo, one shot, two shots, three shots, four
Shorty’s already drunk, bump 'n grindin on the floor
Went from stuntin like she somethin, frontin like she tried it all
All of sudden, she’s unbuttonin, dying to take it off
That she let the alcohol trick her, it’s that raw liquor
That’ll turn a virgin to a Score’s stripper
I might tip her, she’s workin with the zipper
Pull out the Big Dipper, and ha-ha-ha stick her
It’s the Cuban pimp baby, comin through with the chicks
Workin the strip in the baby blue convertible six
Hurtin the mix, spittin murder, straight servin the tricks
Bird niggas, get y’all burners, yeah, y’all heard of the kid, let’s go
We can get it crunk and get low
At the bar with drink and hypno
Bustas lookin at the front do
It’s a Private Party
Like the way you do that right there
Get 'em up, put your hands in the air
Wilin out like we really don’t care
It’s a Private Party
Everybody put y’all hands up, stand up, let me see y’all amped up
It’s a party mami, shake it till you cramp up
Do ya damn stuff, get your body banged up
If you freaky sweety, you can get the handcuffs
All the wankstas in the club, keep ya chains tucked
All my thugs give me love, keep it gangsta
All the ballas if you ballin put ya banks up
Got shotcallas, givin orders by the hand trucks
Fellas put em up, and ladies got em goin crazy
Take that shot of Henny, cause we goin to the telly
So we can rub bellies, I know by now you ready
You sweatin me so heavy
It’s a Private party
Ain?
t no party like an M.O.B.
party, cause an M.O.B.
party don’t stop,
don’t stop
It’s a Private Party
We can get it crunk and get low
At the bar with drink and hypno
Bustas lookin at the front do
Don’t make us have to get the 4- 4
Like the way you do that right there
Get 'em up, put your hands in the air
Wilin out like we really don’t care
It’s a Private Party
It’s a private party baby, M.O.B.
style, yeah yeah
Cuban Link, Big Humma, yeah what is it
It’s Private Party!