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It's a party
S.w.v, busta rhymes, allstar Coming back one time Blow your mind Hit you up like that Throw your hands up - party people in the place Busta rhymes, flipmode squad all in your face Yes we coming through, yes you better tie your shoelace [swv] We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party This is how we party We're hanging out all night (oh!) (word is bond son) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party [busta rhymes] It was a party late at night and everybody was wrecking Niggas spending wild money and bitches got they ass shaking Son, take time to rewind And just remember the party time starts at nine And doesn't end until the sun shine Everytime we surface, overwork this niggas purchase The simple fact they have never heard this ** more live this summer - we get's dumber ** ** banging beats out ya hummer or ya forerunner ** ** party time is when (what?) strap up, fasten your belt ** ** racing with style of franklin d. roosevelt ** Son no stress at the door we gets blessed With the ability to finesse the all access V.i.p passes, all different classes Bang asses, look around son, take off your glasses The d.j announced we're in the house You freaking out wilding to the point where everybody passing out [swv] We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party (busta rhymes and s.w.v) This is how we party We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party [busta rhymes] Hit you off with a slice to device that i manoveure My mechanism precise to make you feel nice Hopscotch, hold your crotch The top-notch sip on sex on the beaches with cantilopes and apricots Yo, what's the time on your watch, blow the spot While we lead in car lines as long as four blocks And i would like to say that (you now rocking with best) Cause the party scenes ripping down in every single summer fest My advance flow making you dance from here to france Women ripping through their extra-tight pants ** bounce to fly functions, introductions are made ** ** follow instructions, police keep it fly from the post production ** ** hot to def solar eclipse we take trips and fly with ** ** women sucking little white zips ** Rocking from party to party Backyard to yard We always holding down my niggas Flipmode is the squad! [swv] We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party (this is how we party) This is how we party We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (we making out) (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party (this is how we party) [busta rhymes] Aeiyo, we do it like this and we do it like that Kid, you can smoke a lot but make sure that you pass it right back (so we can do it again) and make you party all night (keep it movin') make you bang your head and lose your eyesight You motherfucking right! You know we keep it extra tight We're feeling dynamite, niggas is freaking broads like they dolomite Niggas know the plan when we all step in the jam Expand the name brand (flipmode squad) You know who i am Plus i bust coming through with god we trust Make you bite the dust coming through stacking is always a must The guards roll with us while you chickenheads lust See you at the jam whether you on the subway or the bus We make it hap and iller we keeps the party extra live That make you bounce around like bounty killer, no jive, yo ** just when you think that we about to retire ** ** breaking the wire, keep it blazing and ignite the party back on fire ** [swv] We're hanging out all night (all night) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it (yeah) This is how we party (this is how we party) This is how we party (flipmode is the squad) We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party (this is how we party) We can do it We can do it [busta rhymes] This is how we party Flipmode squad, allstar remix Busting you on your head, peace |
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My rhymes profess life like the birds and the bees
Make Funk-Master Flex say yo I'm feeling these Flows make you shit in your drawers. Change your dungarees Smoking trees, getting cottonmouth, wild munchies Bowed down the block eating food at Luigi's Constipated...too much extra cheese Well anyway, while I was cooling down at Luigi's I met some Siamese twins from overseas...Lebanese Let's begin with the friends from New Orleans They had a fifth friend. She was straight Black-Portuguese Pretty palm-olive-soaped skin, Aloe Vera-lese She looked like the type of chick you only see in fantasies The type of chick you would kill for to get between the knees Yo. I made time to chill with Miss Portuguese Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys And rob me for my G's Had to show this crazy broad, I mastered my Degrees and my Ph.D.s Got your face on camera; motherfucker say cheese You better get with your friends quick, before I start to squeeze Getting caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees I caught that ill vibe, Tip (Word, Bust?) Yo, yo, word That ill vibe, Tip (Word, Bust?) Yo, yo, word 'Cause when I'm in the place you know my shit be absurd. (I caught that ill vibe Bust) Word Tip? (Yo, yo, word) (That ill vibe, Bust) Word, Tip? (Yo, yo, word) (So when I hold the Mic you know my shit be absurd) (I caught that ill vibe, Bust) Word, Tip? (Yo, yo, word) Q-Tip I got weight on my shoulders in the form of this beat Ain't nothing sweet, on the street, for good these I compete Come off complete And you need to get back in your stance We enhance and we're playing the whole world circumstance So do good in your hood even though you puff life Positive to comply Don't screw up facing that crowd Progress don't fall back. We can't have that I'll hold your hand Black We can't wind up with scratch I put my best foot forward, when I play in life Cause this world as I live it, chill's like a double edged knife In the jam we regulate, cause we organize Logically thinking when along's enterprise A lot of brothers from the ghetto got the gift of gab Peace to the West Coast and the East, we's fam Need I make mention that the crew we've got Make things get hot, like the FoFo shot. Blauw! No we don't promote no guns, but don't turn that cheek In the world that we live calmness is viewed as weak So, we got to stay awake for all these lizards and snakes Some of them come as friends; some of them come as Jakes We decipher all the force and build rounds with our friends Why's that? So we can live right until time ends Yo why's that? I estimate, so we can get these ends Yo true that? Busta and Tip, you know we make minds bend (I caught that ill vibe, Bust) Word, Tip? (Yo, yo, word) (So when I hold the Mic you know my shit be absurd) (That ill vibe, Bust) Word, Tip? (Yo, yo, word) (I caught that ill vibe Bust) Word Tip? (Yo, yo, word) 'Cause when I'm in the place you know my shit be absurd. That ill vibe, Tip (Word, Bust?) Yo, yo, word I caught that ill vibe, Tip (Word, Bust?) Yo, yo, word |
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