Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come And Party With Me, artist - LL COOL J. Album song Exit 13, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Come And Party With Me |
We can chill up in the club, we can pop a little bub |
We can chill up in the VIP |
You can show a nigga love, you can give me back rubs |
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey) |
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey) |
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey) |
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey) |
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey) |
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up) |
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up) |
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up) |
One-two, and pump it up |
They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas |
If this ain’t Vegas, let’s pretend it’s Vegas |
I know what you up to, your skirt’s outrageous |
But I’m so fucked up that I forgot what your name is |
We can jump in my drop-head and pop the throttle |
Live our lives for the moment, baby, fuck tomorrow |
Kool-Aid smile on your face, popping a bottle |
Like you had an orgasm and you hit the lotto |
Throw ya hands in the sky, why, am I |
So, damn fly, can’t deny |
My shit’s tight, gear, sit right |
Ear, big ice, j-yeah, that’s right |
Lights are flashing, living life with passion |
And if this was a movie, you would be perfect casting |
You killing me slowly, baby, you’re like an assassin |
And you know that I’m married, so why the fuck you keep asking |
Now you can get with this or you can get with that |
You wanna pop Crys', then you need to get with Crack |
The whip’s a 26 and the motor’s in the back |
I call it Big Meats cuz the shit is all black |
Now you fucking with Coco, baby, I’m the poster, baby |
I’m a hustler’s dream, you suppose to pay me |
I was dope in the airness, now I stick crack |
I stay fly, you seen a G four on smack, now listen |
Don’t you wanna party with me? |
Where the kush is blowing and the E is free |
And the world is yours, it say it right on the blimp |
And that yacht’s so big, we gotta call it a ship, hey |
Punks nigga, gun in the palm, nigga |
Pop off, whenever it’s on, nigga |
Not tonight, I wanna hear my song |
And let Flex drops bombs when the shit come on, let’s get it |
Ok, Flex let Sheek on his Cool J shit |
Levi’s, black chuckers, hope the deuce deuce fit |
Two-seater, little reefer, pass the old fever |
Showing her what hip hop is |
Todd Smith, G. Rap, nigga, Kane and Biz |
And if I talk L.O.X., I’m getting heavy sex |
This early, imagine when it get to Flex |
Toxic heavy, all black Chevy |
Sheek got 'em wet, like somebody hit the levy’s |
I got a little Porsche, but the truck fit more |
More goons, more chicks, when it’s time to score |
I’m straight out the door, boned from a raw |
Swimming pool bottom of it, big as Shakur |
V.I.P. |
cool, but the God at the bar |
Partying, no shirts, tats over the scar |
Ice in the sharper, come here, ma, I mean |