| 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Come And Party With Me , by - LL COOL J. Song from the album Exit 13, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп