Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F**k Off The Party, artist - Mac Dre. Album song Rapper Gone Bad, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: Thizz Nation
Song language: English
F**k Off The Party |
What’s up, what’s up, let’s ride |
Jump in the passenger side on the 4th of July |
Hella saucy and fly, didn’t grind that day |
I just wanted to play |
And smoke with the bitches |
Throw phrases at bitches |
Get play from the bitches |
Man, it was major bitches |
At the Pleasanton fair |
Ass was over here, over there |
I had to stop and stare |
Take a joint from my ear |
Tell this bitch to come here |
Let’s breathe |
And we even tricked the cops, though the smell of the weed |
That’s when they grabbed my sleeve |
Told me it’s time to leave |
But what’s next, «You're under arrest» |
So I grabbed the fuckin' cop and slapped him on his fuckin' bulletproof vest |
In the process lost a shoe, ripped a hole in my Guess |
That’s what the fuck I get for smokin' Mexican stress |
(B-I-E-I-itch, I will never switch)(Repeat 4X) |
I’m at the bar doin' big shit, gettin' big lit |
My niggas, dig this |
A few cats lookin' like they wanna get with |
So I give 'em a chance real quick, I’m real swift |
It’s the Wild Wild West, ask Will Smith who will peel the snitch |
That howled the name that blew the brain |
For foul-snitchin the game |
I know my nigga Dre would do the same |
So I ain’t trippin' on a motherfuckin' thang |
Sit back shinin' like a diamond ring |
Niggas wanna see me hang |
So I’m upside down, about to clown |
Real gangsta shit lost and found |
Kidnapped, blast in the back of the dome |
Mash in a Brougham |
Flashin on the phone, yelllin niggas be tellin |
Flowin' like water from a melon |
The seeds we spit, the seeds we sellin' |
From a westbound felon |
Fuckin' up your party not carin' |
From a westbound felon |
Fuckin' up your party not carin' |
From a westbound felon |
(B-I-E-I-itch, I will never switch)(Repeat 4X) |
I’m at a concert high and perked with a bad bitch next to me |
Blown back off Cognac, that bomb green and ecstacy |
Bitches is buggin', niggas is muggin' |
But bitches is lovin 'cause niggas is thuggin' |
These niggas start nuttin' in the corner by the speaker |
My beeper’s goin' off like crazy |
The scene is hazy, no time to be lazy |
Got to stay on my toes, all of a sudden these hoes |
Come out of nowhere and grab this nigga |
They stab this nigga, I’m mad this nigga |
Didn’t have nothin' in his pockets when I ran through 'em |
My plans is ruined, what is it I’m doin? |
Looks on the flo'…no, it’s not |
Stupid motherfucker done dropped his Rolex watch |
Put it in my pocket, proceeded to the exit |
That’s when this bitch I knew from the hood came through in this Lexus |
I seen these other niggas beatin' down this one fool |
I said, «Here come the police, y’all better run, fool» |
Soon as I said that the police drew down on us all |
Now I’m at the county jail with just one phone call |
Ain’t that a bitch, weak-ass night |
All fucked up behind a weak-ass fight |
(B-I-E-I-itch, I will never switch)(Repeat until the end) |