Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Just Wanna Party, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Strangeulation Vol. II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.11.2015
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
We Just Wanna Party |
Girl scout cookies… check |
151, Malibu rum and pineapple juice… check |
Hennessy, Sprite and lemon… check |
Patrón Silver, Patrón Citrónge, ready-to-serve margarita mix, limes, |
and orange juice… check |
(CHEAH) |
I just wanna party, hit the drink until I’m numb (CHEAH) |
I’m the nigga with the pineapple and malibu rum (CHEAH) |
Plus the 151, I’ma get you stupid doo doo dumb (CHEAH) |
Get the nookie when the cookies feelin' good up in her lungs (CHEAH) |
Hella faded when I get up in the spot I hit the bar…(CHEAH) |
Everybody want a photo with the Nina, I’m a star…(CHEAH) |
And if anybody want it my nigga 'zilla got the gun |
But we just wanna kick it and pick up a couple bitches |
Who be looking so delicious, we give them all of they wishes |
Then we done (done) |
My crew’s all tripped out, off that real good green |
The liquor’s taking over, and we just wanna party |
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party |
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party |
This shit we party, Sunday Monday Tuesday |
Wednesday Thursday Friday, through the weekend |
Saturday to Sunday she be calling in on Monday |
I live in the Boonies, if your ride is outie, then it’s like you’re traveling |
with a one way |
We wanna put D on her |
We gone, we zoned, in a weed coma |
She don’t belong if her squeeze phone her |
And he want leads on where the G’s home was |
Ease on, she won’t get to breathe on us |
Tea’s gone, we bone bitches elong' us |
See schlong, she moan when I deep dong her |
When he’s grown, he is known to s-neeze on ya |
Beez Holmes, we Jones’d, for the V on her |
She’s long, these songs get ya free dome |
For the weed blown with the tone like I’m Steve Stone brotha |
Keep on, be strong, never no leash on us, we beast on ya Biancas |
My crew’s all tripped out, off that real good green |
The liquor’s taking over, and we just wan- (hold up) |
Party animal, looking hammered, couple of handles of |
Crown, we pound the shot cause it ain’t shit for me to handle my |
Liquor buzz, and bitch I wanna get to bust it open for the gram of Molly |
Got her pupils huge, her hands are clammin' up |
Took advantage of the situation now she dancing to |
My music when I turn around she taking her bra and panties off |
Tan lines looking like she just got back from Panama |
See these sparks flying like I lit a Roman candle up |
Damn I just, can’t think of your name, what is it, Angela? |
Amber, Tammy, Pamela? |
I blame it on my Xani buzz |
But blondie all my homies wanna hit it, so I hand her off |
Pimping since an infant, I can’t help that I’m the center of |
Attention, trying to get paid, like Travis O’Guin, you see the symbol of |
Snake and Bat, The Famous Stars and Straps, the Gucci signature |
The ring that’s on my pinky, you should throw the deuces, beam me up |
Go stupid in the booth, I’m flexing like I’m Lou Ferrigno, ya-uh-yeah! |
My crew’s all tripped out, off that real good green |
The liquor’s taking over, and we just wanna party |
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party |
(This shit we) party, we just wanna party |
This shit we party, Sunday Monday Tuesday |
Wednesday Thursday Friday, through the weekend |
Girls just wanna have fun (hold up) |
Guys just wanna get fucked (hold up) |