Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's A Party , by - Drag-On. Song from the album Hell And Back, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.02.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
It's A Party |
| Hey, yeah, uh |
| It’s a party over there, nah |
| It’s a party over here, yeah |
| Fuck that bullshit. |
| I ain’t no Peter Piper, but I’ll pay Peter to pipe ya |
| Cause they got me by the balls; |
| and I can’t risk it all |
| Up in the Jamaican spot, biscuit out and friskin all |
| Rudebwoy don’t make me bloodclaat lick off |
| Me not the one you wan' take off, see and |
| Don’t be brave, show me the safe and you’ll be safe, see and |
| Cooperative… shit smart man |
| Blaow blaow! |
| Shoulda been like that from the start man |
| Custom made truck, pop the trunk it’s all wires |
| 23-inch, all rims, no tires |
| Gritty motherfucker, Feds can’t touch us |
| Got 'em all conceited, the way we leave 'em stuck up |
| Nigga, I +R&B+ niggas like Usher |
| That stand for 'Rob & Bang' niggas once the R rush ya |
| My heart ain’t pumpin, no pressure |
| The way we run up on you niggas like your parents, and undress ya |
| It don’t matter what I go through |
| Double-R's my, life |
| And when shit just, ain’t, lookin good |
| I’ma make it be, all right |
| I’m only out for the cream, y’all wanna know the scheme? |
| (yup) |
| Here’s a tip, the tip of my gun head holds a beam |
| Roll with the team, with the spinnin rims so it seems |
| Like I’m movin slow when I speed |
| Stomach’s so empty my chest starvin |
| Y’all could be the great Batman but I stick niggas up so I be the best +Robin+ |
| I don’t respect the D’s, make 'em call they sergeant |
| They call me Margarine; |
| slide out the gutter, like butter |
| I see your stones glistenin, that don’t mean nothin to me |
| I be at your home visitin and you ain’t gon' like my company |
| Standin on your doormat and I’m not +Welcome+ |
| I buy bullets but I don’t sell 'em, I just make sure niggas felt 'em |
| Certain niggas gotta feel 'em (yeah) at least I don’t steal |
| Long as he come up out his shit, at least I won’t peel |
| May be bad but life ain’t all good |
| Long as niggas got that thing out and e’ything’s understood |
| It’s all hood |
| I do my robberies like a book of matches, I light shit |
| Might strike twice in one night, 'til my fire is lit |
| If I don’t got a gun I’m wirin shit — fuck it |
| I don’t look at ice admirin and shit, I’m thinkin how to make you up it |
| And is it worth it? |
| Shit, my pockets is hurtin |
| And the only way I can sooth the pain is duke chain |
| I ask myself, is that platinum? |
| Shit, the way I feel right now I’ll take gold if I have to |
| I don’t give a fuck about this party so don’t make me do it |
| Don’t make me make this DJ lower this goddamn music |
| Everybody runnin to they car cause you slumped over the bar |
| Look at everybody, havin a good time, don’t make me go that far |
| I got a nigga on each corner with a good reach on ya |
| And I don’t got the heat on me, so one move and they gon' leap on ya |
| My clique keep the fumes strong like ammonia |
| Cause we go hard, Double-R's the squad, the street owners |