Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Party and Bullshit, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 18.05.2009
Song language: English
Party and Bullshit |
| Black Walt told me if you wanna bonafide banger |
| You gotta start with a hard ass kick and snare |
| Add some dope ass music around and a hard MC and you got it |
| Every night, it seem like we celebrating birthdays (Hoooooo!) |
| 'Cause rappin on planet Earth pays |
| Smelling like versè, or is it Versace? |
| You got me sloppy from popping this oxys and shots of sake, copy? |
| All you ladies in here, I am sharing wood |
| I just, wanna lay between ya and ram square into it |
| 'Cause, when it come to women, your man Aaron’s good |
| I done been inside-a more woman than Planned Parenthood |
| I got more bottles, than newborn babies, for your boring ladies |
| I want you drink up till you horn crazy and rape me |
| 'Till I’m lazy and achey, wanna get shady and tape me? |
| Okay baby lets say we tape me inflating your trachia |
| Im just partying I ain’t letting the tool spit |
| I ain’t tryna have you haters layin below the pulpit |
| 40 acres and mule sit, in my garage with a cool kit |
| Eat, drink and be merry man and miss me with all that bullshit |
| Ain’t no telling how drunk and high you’ll get |
| (Hey hey) |
| We party and bullshit |
| Booze it with floosies (Hey hey) |
| And that’s how we dos it |
| Not the Biancas we choosing |
| Everybody lose it, listenin' to our music |
| (Hey hey) |
| We party and bullshit |
| Booze it with floosies (Hey hey) |
| And that’s how we dos it |
| Not the Biancas we choosing |
| Everybody lose it, listenin' to our music |
| And they like, and they like, yup do that thing you do (I am) |
| What you mean? |
| baby girl I need some liquor too |
| Ay, she need a picture too, Big Ben she want a picture too |
| Im F-L-Y, so why not? |
| We can flick a few (Fuck yea) |
| Knock the lenses out my frames and start the ruckus (Yes) |
| So when I scream through the scene you know you niggas finna crush it |
| Max out on swagga, not your ordinary rapper |
| But I do my thing extra, like no ordinary madness (Got ya) |
| Keep that smooth movement so proper |
| They keep choosin' on ya dude 'cause I be’s all about my dollas |
| On the baddest bitch swaggin through, its not a big deal |
| Shit I receive more tongue then a double stacked thizz pill |
| It’s real, what you say you lose the crew and 'scape with me |
| No need to slow it down you let them other suckas pace the speed, dig it? |
| (Yep) |
| Fuck it, I’mma party like a trap star |
| And probably get my ass thrown out for going that hard |
| Ay, Ay, ay, ay |
| (Hey hey) |
| We party and bullshit |
| Booze it with floosies (Hey hey) |
| And that’s how we dos it |
| Not the Biancas we choosing |
| Everybody lose it, listenin' to our music |
| (Hey hey) |
| We party and bullshit |
| Booze it with floosies (Hey hey) |
| And that’s how we dos it |
| Not the Biancas we choosing |
| Everybody lose it, listenin' to our music |
| Yo, your flow missed me, buy vodka, get pissy |
| Roll with Tech N9ne, bear arms and get grizzly |
| Everready, a Killer, that flow’s Anghellic |
| Storytelling and battle-rapping, who can’t sell it? |
| Should I speed it up? |
| Nah, I’ma keep it strange |
| My inner voices told my outer voice to be deranged |
| The devil on my shoulder got a devil on his back |
| Who told him every time I see Biancas give her ass a smack |
| I need a bunk rock, fresh pair of sucker duckers |
| It’s a party, I’m bullshittin' with muh’fuckas |
| Shadow fly, look at bitches with a crooked eye |
| Battle me? |
| I think your favorite rapper’d rather die |
| Who you know can spit a flow this clean? |
| My notebooks to tenth grade, I got so many sixteens |
| Please, I got a lot of hard tones |
| That’ll fuck up your view of The View like Star Jones |
| Y’all clones, my style is the original |
| Half you wack rappers just epitomize pitiful |
| But me? |
| spittin' classic is a ritual |
| I stopped liking rap when the lying got habitual |
| I’m sick of you, the streets turned me to a sentinel |
| I’m so not Common, but I still see the bitch in you |
| (So guess what) Shit, can’t nobody out-rhyme me |
| So Tech, call Trav right now and tell him sign me |
| (Hey hey) |
| We party and bullshit |
| Booze it with floosies (Hey hey) |
| And that’s how we dos it |
| Not the Biancas we choosing |
| Everybody lose it, listenin' to our music |
| (Hey hey) |
| We party and bullshit |
| Booze it with floosies (Hey hey) |
| And that’s how we dos it |
| Not the Biancas we choosing |
| Everybody lose it, listenin' to our music |
| Yeah, Throw your cups in the air if you’re drunk like me |
| Yeah, Tech N9ne, Big Ben, Shadow, X-rated vodka and Sprite, boy |