Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Party (Clean) , by - The Beatnuts. Song from the album Party, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.03.1999
Record label: Warlock
Song language: English
Party (Clean) |
| Heard ye yo, on the motherfuckin' mix |
| Aight… |
| Yo ! |
| Beatnuts… |
| I’m like Conan dusted in a Cadillac raw hand |
| Makin’an assault with detail program |
| Aggravated the party a little |
| Leave the whole place full of riddle |
| Hardcore to the middle |
| Big Jus, Psycho Les & Skribble |
| A nigga really stars fallout |
| And leave the rap game cripple |
| Beatnuts forever, die hard, you know the model |
| Shut the hell up then and buy another bottle |
| Get the party started correct- |
| Ly the whole place breaking their neck |
| It’s the beatnuts, what you expect? |
| Like tu-tu-du and all that shit |
| Summer splash it’s beatnuts with a smash hit |
| Paaaaarty ! |
| We’re gonna have a oooorgy ! |
| (after the) Paaaaarty ! |
| We’re gonna have a oooorgy ! |
| Beatnuts, a.k.a. the Trackmasters |
| Sit at the table like fat mobsters |
| We bang our ??? |
| that make you jump like grasshoppers |
| We blast cupboards (blaw !) |
| Tryin' to shut down the grass rosters |
| We stack posters like bank robbers |
| It’s the real 3, Ju Les and Willy |
| Straight from the Q, U, Double E |
| N, S |
| Once again it’s |
| The man it’s |
| The society you all keep eyin’me |
| Buyin’me drinks |
| Like she wants me to do her grand opening |
| I’m hoping she’s a pit fighter |
| Imaginin' Big Cyke inside her |
| Bangin’it out like a rhinoceros |
| Yo who got the trees I wanna light up for us |
| Who want test Les get left in a mess |
| Take this to the head, fuck the vest |
| Tryin’a duck less, screaming for your grandmother |
| Hook the phone like «I know what you did last summer» |
| Paaaaarty ! |
| We’re gonna have a oooorgy ! |
| (after the) Paaaaarty ! |
| We’re gonna have a oooorgy ! |
| I tear it up when I head it up |
| Like hurricane stuff |
| Keep it smooth like pearl jam bugs |
| Make you fiend like drugs |
| Scheme like thugs with tight mobs |
| We pitfight all bitches that call us scrubs |
| Triple one’s on my back |
| ??? |
| guns on my chest |
| Beatnuts stay hot to death |
| Fool for the chef |
| Who do the best? |
| Call me your highness |
| Cause when you find this I’m probably blinder than the smoke |
| Chillin’in miami drinkin heinys on the ??? |
| Yo the streets are wild, I never let’em see me smile |
| Love this hip hop shit since I was a child, juvenile |
| Tryin’a make money by the p??? |
| Paaaaarty ! |
| We’re gonna have a oooorgy ! |
| (after the) Paaaaarty ! |
| We’re gonna have a oooorgy ! |
| Paaaaarty ! |
| We’re gonna have a oooorgy ! |
| (after the) Paaaaarty ! |
| We’re gonna have a oooorgy ! |
| Check it, check it, check what I say |
| I’m so great, I’m so great |
| Check it, check it, check what I say |
| I’m so great, I’m so great |
| Don’t let’em see you smile… |