Lyrics Party Jumpin - The Mekanix, The Jacka, J. Stalin

Party Jumpin

The Mekanix\nYoung Stalin\nLivewire in the building\nFore I hit, it’s fam life west Oakland\nFree Lil Dae\nYou would love my life, I’m just a party crasher\nHandsome lil bastard who gets to flashin, and squeezin and blastin\nLike he don’t know what happened\nDrinking bo in the traffic\nMy game’s like Magic\nFind me in Magic City throwing dollars at them titties\nMe and my nigga Nitty, cause he twerks em all\nYou come to the mall wit yo broad, I’m leaving wit yo broad\nAnd I ain’t even much hard, I’m just livin my life\nSee I done popped a nigga once and I can do it twice\nYoung Stalin keep it jumping like hot advice\nIn the club 50 deep, yeah me and my guys\nWest Oakland on the rise\nAnd you know we keep the party jumpin\nLivewire in the trunk, girl you know you bumpin\n«Whatcha tryna do?»\nGet into somethin, get into somethin\nAnd you know we keep the party jumpin\nStraps in the cuts, nah we ain’t frontin\nHomie you don’t wanna get into nothin, get into nothin\nYeah it’s the Livewire CEO\nYou wan keep your ho, don’t let me see your ho…\nOr let her hit my phone boy she gon go\nI keep it cra… ckin…purple smoke in air\nWhip it everywhere, I’m a real true player\nJ. Stalin make yo girl stop and stare\nI buy the whole VIP, everything on me\nLil mama freaky for free, I do it so easy\nThe turf is me, yeah I be keeping it lit\nCause west Oakland keep it live like a porno flick\nI been the hottest since I stepped in this\nWith a thumper on my waist, but nothing on my wrist\n20/20 vision homie, I ain’t finna miss\nI set the roof on fire til the day I retire\nMe and my boy K Fly, he keep me so high\nYou wonder why… I'm super fly\nAnd you know we keep the party jumpin\nLivewire in the trunk, girl you know you bumpin\n«Whatcha tryna do?»\nGet into somethin, get into somethin\nAnd you know we keep the party jumpin\nStraps in the cuts, nah we ain’t frontin\nHomie you don’t wanna get into nothin, get into nothin\nEverything to lose, nothing to gain\nYou love songs like this, so in the hood we remain\nYeah, is that ya girl, is that ya gi girl mane\nSmoke twirl, caught up in the world aim\nSmoking pain, finally the purp came\nYeah the purp, never pull over when the sirens chirp\nShipped my first chick when I was nine and she still hurt\nSo many hoes, I can’t believe it\nSmoking, make em zip to the boat, but still need it\nBagged the illest bitch of my life but still cheated\nCause I’m a fuckin mobsta, eating fish and pasta\nYour gal gave me every dollar and I never wifed her\nNever touched her, just watched her\nScrape the blade, recruitin, or whatever she was doin\nI ain’t care as long was the paper was there\nShe steady pays me, but I never would pay her\nAlways thugged out, even though I own gators nigga\nYou know what I’m sayin?\nIt’s the Jack man, J. Stalin man, Mekanix\nAnd you know we keep the party jumpin\nLivewire in the trunk, girl you know you bumpin\n«Whatcha tryna do?»\nGet into somethin, get into somethin\nAnd you know we keep the party jumpin\nStraps in the cuts, nah we ain’t frontin\nHomie you don’t wanna get into nothin, into nothin