Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If You Want to Party, artist - Mase.
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Song language: English
If You Want to Party |
Yo, who got the right to flip, twice the whips |
Time to get paid, get twice the chips |
See law ain’t no good unless two dice hit |
Hate me even if I didn’t ice my shit |
Fuck niggas, make that money and lots of it |
Sold four million and somebody got to love it |
They want Mase for video, ain’t in the budget |
I can’t take a piss without a bitch tryin' to rub it |
How could you know like this |
When it’s because of me a nigga know what nice is |
I was 60 I have flow-itis |
I like my weed green and my hoe’s dyke-ish |
You know you like this, young kid’ll live by Goldie advice’s |
Pimp hoe’s that come across so righteous |
Fuck though, promote on the rolley ices |
Yo, that’s why my jewelery looks snow whitish, come on |
If you wanna party come and shake your body |
If you wanna party, put 'em in the air |
Over there, over there |
If you wanna party, come and shake your body |
If you wanna party, put 'em in the air |
Over there, over there |
Yo I’m tryin' to live my life the largest, vipers in garages |
'Nuff money to go to court and fight the charges |
Everybody stare at myse the hardest |
That’s why I’m in them all night menages |
Besides B I G, the critically acclaimed |
I vow, they ever bring the city to shame |
I pulled up the prettiest things, the prettiest range |
The prettiest cars, and the prettiest stars |
By far the prettiest misses, I pull up in the prettiest sixes |
So by the time you get the six bitch, I have the seven |
By the time you get the seven, I switch to the eight |
When it time I get this cake, a bitch could wait |
They know I could sell five so they ship me eight, come on |
If you wanna party come and shake your body |
If you wanna party, put 'em in the air |
Over there, over there |
If you wanna party, come and shake your body |
If you wanna party, put 'em in the air |
Over there, over there |
Yo, why I’mma envy the lives or envy the guys |
Who be frontin' in the six that’s really a five |
You could see I still got it by the look in my eyes |
I’mma blue collar criminal, crook in disguise |
It don’t matter if it rain, I got a pool inside |
And a stretch range so at least 20 could ride |
And I could tell fake platinum from a mile away |
When I rap, yo' hundred and fifty thou' get paid |
So until then nigga, I style away |
Four point six swit' to the cal' away |
I’m gettin' honey, I ain’t with the beefin' going on |
I look at nigga’s cars, alot a leasin' goin' on |
My heat get raised up, streets gets blazed up |
Until a nigga find my dough and pays up |
I lays up fuck, 'til my days up |
Doggy style, so bitch don’t fuck my ways up, come on |
If you wanna party come and shake your body |
If you wanna party, put 'em in the air |
Over there, over there |
If you wanna party, come and shake your body |
If you wanna party, put 'em in the air |
Over there, over there |
If you wanna party come and shake your body |
If you wanna party, put 'em in the air |
Over there, over there |