position ammunition, convalescent Converse Where we at first is where we at last, where we last cash One last toke will make your smoke ride high I'ma give everything like pushing
club for free You gotta respect these Ghetto Celebrities Cause we party from Jamaica back to NYC Chorus: Verse 3:[Bounty] Step inna the party girls a push
always smoke a fat dime, get the party drunk and high hands up in the sky, everyday i live like this imma party till i die, afroman comin back with yo
but a party y'all} {Ain't nothin' but a party y'all} {Ain't nothin' but a party y'all} {Ain't nothin' but a party y'all} {Ain't nothin' but a party y
know Cause 415 was the area code Turn it off, turn it on, so I won't get busted You know rap stars never get trusted Baby wanna get so I put it on vibrate
Yeah, here we go Let's party again, let's party again Let's party again, let's party again Can't be stopped, won't be stopped Let's dance again, let's
mom little hustle on a Saturdays Back then, when it really didn't matter days You would take that beating Cause you wasn't trying to be the only one who missed the house party
we can chalk em like rocky if ya cocky when you knock me Do it till we slap you or atleast until you drop me Nicky back at you like star 6-9 on the
Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got the phone tapped This rap game, I put my life in it Chain got mega ice in it, push
and sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night Verbal assassin, I hit the corner fast, blastin' I plan to stretch your chest plate back like elastic No need to push
blau on your hip Travel safe, you know that I'm a hold it down on the strip Good lookin', word to mother son I give you my wit But when I get back, I
Now everybody shout back We party, party Doing it right We like to party, party Every single night We always party, party We're driving around We party, party
get shot down like duck hunt [Lil' Flip] down south at my concerts I'm packin em in and you can see my diamonds from the back of my hand [H.A.W.K.]
rhymes I went from hyper cars to powder blue All-Stars To hangin' on monkey bars, catchin' spiders in jelly jars So, let's take it back to the concrete
universe We kick the funky tunes with a burst Sun, moon and star, Sunbumba Jamar To get me in the flow, now I'm read' to go Set to show, everybody in the party
Black Angel, a hope can start we praise the Heaven Church I want to guide you again, I'm really screaming your name, you only have to look after my Star
hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all that jazz [Roxie Hart] Say it again. [Fred Casely] You're a star, kid. My little shooting star! [Velma Kelly
