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I Don't Wanna Party Wit U

アーティスト:DJ Quik  アルバム:Balance & Options  作詞:BLAKE DAVID MARVIN/DJ QUIK  作曲:BLAKE DAVID MARVIN/DJ QUIK 

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Get back before I get raised, get lower Do some extreme shit, keep from bein bored Now it's double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen They get hot and get fucked and don't remember from buzzin That's why you don't see me, I ain't at the club I'm chillin with my homies in the city of hugs Because they need me more than that hoe (that hoe), the big fat hoe Tryna' get every ballin nigga in the saddle Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man Now a days you can't tell, watch the crotch, it might swell You needs a pap smear You need to know if you got an std, Some little critters in ya trap dear Get on, me and my homies is indivisible And don't floss money, it looks better when it's invisible We get props from wall street to y'all street If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat C-p-t style, o-g me style, the d-j q-u-i-k with no c style In yo' town, don't trip nigga, it goes down And when you see me in all blue, you gon' frown But I'm rigid the ghetto, I'm rigid with rap Money or respect bitch, I'd rather have the digits than dat So give me the hats, do you want the meat or the scraps? Put heat on my naps and i'ma hell look sweet on my lap 'cause it's the same thang tryna' kill the gang bang Set examples for the kids, on how to maintain Never be a lame brain Y'all ain't gotta feel the same pain That put a nigga like me on the mainframe Bow down, back up nigga, I'm hot now And don't try to resuscitate me when I'm shot down Just call my homie theo on the radio And let him know his little homie quiksta had to go Because 'gangsta, gangsta', that's what they yellin But niggas do dirt, get caught, and start tellin Talkin to you g's with no heart We was throwin and runnin from bullets Before gangsta rappin was an art Nigga (nigga), so don't test ya bullet-proof vest 'cause real niggas do real thangs up under stress That's from the c-p-t, young g with heart, too Oh we still party, but now it's part ii And (hook) (I don't wanna party wit you) Hell naw 'cause bitch you scary You 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos, You're bald but your legs are hairy (I don't wanna party wit you) Hmm, hell naw You need to put some lotion on 'cause ya skin is peelin around them bullet wounds on ya back You're fat plus you're abortion-prone I'd rather be a young exec, than the puppet on the other end Danglin by a neuce on his neck They can't handle me, 'cause I'm where the --- be And underground nigga on erickston, now there is the family That i'ma roll wit, take control wit Have a ball, break bread, and share the store wit Even though I'm thirsty for money in the worst way I ain't go cry if I don't go platinum on the first day Watch me, get my hustle on with the friendly competition Y'all got papers but I got the latest tradition


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