| Uhhhhh, ha ha Yall like that huh
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| The party don’t stop yo Check it out
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| Ain’t no party like a No Limit party cause a No Limit party don’t stop
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| Ain’t no party like a no limit party cause a no limit party don’t stop
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| We got this motherfucking party on lockdown
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| We all family in this bitch so we put our Glock down
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| A pound Magnolia in the calliop
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| Bout it bout it motherfuck it, the whole world knows
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| Now the party don’t stop cause we bout it
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| Don’t make me get my soldiers out the back and get rowdy
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| Where the niggas at, how you do dat there?
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| Motherfuckers uptown nigga we don’t care
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| Cause that we do shit, it just don’t stop
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| I gotta fresh ampolla and it’s sittin on drop
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| I can’t fly when I jump shot I’m bringin this clean
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| Cause my boy bringin noise like a truck full of fifteens
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| All I gotta do is squeeze the right
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| Squeeze when it’s right in the heat of the night
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| Told two niggas better defeat the world fo fish (fo fish)
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| The killas fo spot, fo block and fo clock
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| I move more hoes lets go hot when I’m ready to pull shot, pull shots
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| I know when I breed em, hold down for sure
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| through the mack and New York
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| Full time, four W-D plus, shots, niggas get rushed out
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| Bust the guts out and No Limit soldiers had enough shots
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| Cut throats to the fullest, keep a niggas hemp out
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| Toe to toe we make noise, action packed we slang boys
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| Trenitty flexing real shits
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| Cut throat committed hurry hurry and we in this bitch
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| I’ll be the nigga that they call Feano
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| And I roll with a click called Gambinos
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| Knows in the shoulders who the fuck we be
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| Worldwide motherfuckers out that 1−2-3
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| Started off as a youngster kickin up dust
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| Until I slain motherfuckers who be ready to bust
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| Give a fuck
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| Gotti be the title that I hold for sure
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| Pokin hoes after shows with my nigga Feano
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| Hit the scheme for your cream if you know what I mean
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| Triple beam when I’m in it fourteen
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| Niggas telling me to keep it at ease, but they ain’t feeling me
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| Studio B’s if you pull em at ease, from New Orleans to ???
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| Big Ed attacking, bred a No Limit soldier
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| Gettin bad with me, I screw your head off your shoulders
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| I’m rollin with killers, thug niggas and convicts
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| But I love the way you lick your lips
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| The way you bounce that ass baby gets me kind of hot
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| Goin out with me, ten out of nine cherries pops
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| (Uhhhhhhh)
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| P threw a party down in New Orleans
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| Hoes pop pussies, fuck, you know what that means
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| Jump in the cut roll a fat one up
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| Fire it up, better love cause a soldier don’t stut, yeah
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| I gotta pound of rocks so it’s on and poppin
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| The party ain’t stoppin so don’t leave for cops
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| I drink toxic, from the brow I’m been, G
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| Weed and hennesy, that shit was meant for me
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| Yeah, yeah, niggas fall straight through the door (through the door)
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| Soldiers greet soldiers hollerin bout why (why, why)
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| Why let em roam (let em roam)
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| Type of niggas make history, and yeah what (yeah what)
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| Really don’t give a fuck
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| This a No Limit party, who got the blunts and the forties
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| Woah! |
| Motherfucker it’s me, the M-A-C (who)
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| You know my steed when I enter
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| I’m lookin for a bitch bout cold as the winter
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| Is it cool to fuck, I’m tryin to do somethin, run through somethin
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| Cause the spin in the change about nothin
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| You know my name, know what’s tap
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| You know I rap, I’m a motherfucking mack
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| Baby girl and it’s like that, it’s a No Limit party
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| My nigga Snoop brought the weed, Slim brought the liquor
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| C brought the cash and I brought the stripper
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| Freak ho shake that ass while niggas tip her
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| Got a pocket full of rubbers so we all goin hit her
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| Bitch cleaner then Mr. Clean, a nigga decked out
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| Eyes hella red, Kane and Abel sessed out
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| Respect the tank, nigga stick my chest out
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| And this how we do it in the dirty south
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| Woah, please somebody tell me where the party at
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| I’m tired of holding back, I wanna shine in my cadillac
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| I’m here representing a soldier named Slim
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| See the tank on this neck, see the ice on this wrist
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| Picture this, I’m riding with Snoop Doggy Dogg
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| And so yall don’t worry bout the corners, we smokin till the morning
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| Yall just keep the bitches, now we on the way
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| Hold on man I think Snoop got somethin to say
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| Think fast when you dunk, cause I won’t front
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| And when it’s time to dunk I won’t be no punk
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| I’ll just pick the heater up and bust a shot
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| I’m the last nigga up to rock the spot
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| I’m represent a nigga to the fullest cause
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| And if yall wanna trip, we tear this club up (tear it up)
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| Huh bro, nigga nigga what, I’m tryin to bust again
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| I’m likin likin, I want some real pimp shit
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| Mo B. D. feel me niggas out the sess
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| Drink for drink and think to put in the fitty
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| Will he be that same nigga blowin doshia (say what)
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| Check this out, get the fuck out, party over |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song N.L. Party , by - Soulja Slim. Song from the album Give It 2 'Em Raw, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп