Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This Is My Party , by - Fabolous. Release date: 31.01.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
This Is My Party |
| Hey-hey-hey yo |
| Hey-hey-hey yo |
| Hey-hey-hey yo |
| Ain’t no tellin' what this hpno' will 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 a 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 ya’ll 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 a wave |
| Cause when she seen the whips and chains |
| She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c’mon |
| This is my party |
| So get fly if you like to |
| Get high if you like to cause I know you like to |
| Put your hands up as high as you like to |
| And if it feels good scream «hey-hey-hey yo» |
| I don’t know about y’all |
| But we doin' it over here |
| All the glasses got liquid that 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 |
| Cause 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 «no» but ya eyes 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 |
| 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 that yell «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 |
| If I wake up in the sand, 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 |
| (to fade) |
| Hey-hey-hey yo… |
| Hey-hey-hey yo… |