| There’s a party goin' on, who’s comin' with?
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| To kill the rest of that malt 40, and grab ya shit
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| I hope you got some money, cause I ain’t got your back
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| Especially how cheap you was on the chronic sack
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| There’s a party at the liqour store
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| Don’t be claimin' broke
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| Actin' like a cold 40 ain’t good on the throat
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| Who you think that you foolin'? |
| Cause it sure ain’t me
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| Should’a borrowed five dollars from your old lady
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| Is there anybody’s cup as empty as mine?
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| Pile into the Hoo-ride, seats recline
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| Stop at the weedspot, order up another
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| This is how we do it, MUTHAF**KA
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| CD burned full of old school tracks
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| On the corner of the party store shootin' some craps
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| If this is something that you normally see
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| Then you probably live close to me
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| There was a party at the liquor store
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| There was a party at the liquor store
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| There was a party
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| Anybody!
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| Party
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| Everybody!
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| There was a party at the liquor store
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| (Colton Grundy)
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| I showed up, showed up
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| Khaki’s creased
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| And a chicken head hangin' on either side of me
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| Sendin' me to the store
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| To cop some 40s
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| And I take my time, and make my way around the party
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| See my boy JD, and the weedspot on wheels
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| 65 Impala, drop top, and make the shit hop
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| Come on out, sparks the blunt, with two bitches
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| Then came through the skunk, we got f**ked up!
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| Seconds passed, the chicken heads came back
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| Now it’s off to minglin' and see who else up in the shack
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| The music started bumpin', there ain’t no sign of the pigs
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| If there was, I’d pull my shit and split they f**kin' wigs
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| I’m high as f**k, and stumblin' off six 40s
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| By the time I see my homie, ABK, up at the party
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| Chillin' with seven hoes and they sell toes
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| Or they dream about sex and those in birthday clothes
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| There was a party at the liquor store
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| There was a party at the liquor store
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| There was a party
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| Anybody!
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| Party
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| Everybody!
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| There was a party at the liquor store
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| (Anbody Killa)
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| When I got there, shit was tight
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| So I rolled up a blunt of that chocolate tie
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| Everybody was chillin' out front, sayin' «What's up?»
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| Walk in to grab a 40 as I spark my stuff
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| Went straight to the back where the brew be at
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| Grabbed a cold 4−0 and proceeded to crack
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| Gotta dollar fifty sub and a bag of Better Made chips
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| Phone number from the hot bottle return bitch
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| It was a good day, perfet day to party
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| Hot bangin' bootyliscious freaks actin' horny
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| Man, this party store is kinda like the club
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| Besides the bums comin' in, cause the beer’s cheap enough
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| I was gettin' my groove on, big straight pimpin'
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| Aisle of the party store, Bud Light sippin'
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| I heard a gunshot, my drink dropped
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| I coulda swore it was the f**kin' cops
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| There was a robbery at the liquor store
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| What happened?!
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| There was a robbery at the liquor store
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| What happened?!
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| There was a robbery
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| A robbery?
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| Someone got shot
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| He got shot?!
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| There was a robbery at the liquor store
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| What happened?! |