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

A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what i crack

And if you ain't got that, keep wishin

And to you bitch-ass niggas in the maze

Comin at a player with --- ways

Keep lickin on that other sound

And stay north of the 105 hip hop heads, 'cause this is underground

Right by the water, can't do right by ya daughter

But look at all the shit that i done bought her

See lyrics ain't nothin if the beat ain't crackin

And these beats smackin, that's why the g's keep stackin, nigga



(hook)

(i don't wanna party wit you)

Hell naw

'cause nigga you's a scuffla

Your braids is dingy, your clothes ain't got no creases

And your lips look like you sucked a muffler

(i don't wanna party wit you)

Hell naw

'cause bitch you didn't know me when you was fine as wine and thick

Now you sick from smokin that shit, you're broke and plus you're boney



W-e-s-t, c-o-a-s-t, that's where the hydroponic with no seeds be

So don't trip when you see me on the tv, or my cd

And my eyes are really r-e-d

See the --- is free (shh shh shh), pardon me for bein speaky

Switchin on y'all that wanna jeek me

What makes you even try that way?

Yeah i might be fly, but i don't fly that way

Hmm, even on a gallon a sisco i could never go disco

Dude i ain't from frisco

And to these bitches, y'all trippin, we ain't layin wit y'all

Just because we say we wanna fuck, we playin wit y'all

This is entertainment, we tryna' make us some change

We ain't impressed by what you got up under your hanes

Bitch that's yo' trap, and that's yo' sap

Let me spit the cap while she sit in yo' lap

Homie, don't you know me

Jealous-ass niggas wanna flow me (why)

Just because yo' woman wanna blow me

On the strength i give that hoe a tittie-toy

'cause i'm the only ugly nigga gettin away with bein pretty boy



(hook)

(i don't wanna party wit you)

Hmm, hell naw

Now this is how the sporty bounce

We stay away from you broke-ass niggas

Always beggin and ain't got a dime on the 40 oz

(i don't wanna party wit you)

Hmm, hell naw

'cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol' long ass roll

And ya stockin smellin like avon and that horse want his 'fro back

(i don't wanna party wit you)

Hmm, hell naw

And nigga i can't stand ya

And i ain't got nothin but some advice,

A map, a bar of soap, some water and a towel to hand ya

(i don't wanna party wit you)

Hmm, hell naw

Now i'ma be real wit it

All my fuckin life i ain't never wanted fame

But since the shit done came i gotta deal wit it

(i don't wanna party wit you)

Ya know, but i'ma do it like my homie say

Check it, i don't give a fuck about fame

I'd rather deal with the money, y'all can have the name

I'm out

Yeah








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