Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song If You Want to Party , by - Mase. Release date: 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 |