Ahmad - Can I Party? Lyrics
Heh whassup?Here we go, here we go, here we goOne two for the moneyOr the show then three for the s-eHah hah, whassup?Its ahmad, my man mau made the track[ahmad]Well its the niggerole, pump one more timeThe jeeps I rock will never stop playin for keepsAnd got more soul than a ghost I have mostly everybody upThe masses movin asses so let the beat hitAnd it aint gon quit til you stop and say (no)Cause I get more (ho!) than +hip-hop hooray+I rock steady, steady rocks dont wanna box with godBecause Im cool, givin props to the old schoolAnd the west coast, who just toasted the returnOf the funk with the fat beats for your trunk (so)I walk and I stalk and I caulk(? ) and I blastThen I dip to the party, find me a honey and tag that assI saw a puerto rican freak who was all thatTight pants for dancin, told her we gotta lambadaNo restin yet black, cause here I amAskin the question - can I party if I need to jam?[chorus - repeat 2x]So can I party if I want to? (yeah you can party)Now can I party if I need to? (yeah you can party)Can I party if its essential and necessaryIm addicted, I gotta have it, then I gotta have it (say what? )[ahmad]Its the return of the incredible manWho stands firm and rips up fakes without a capeIm great, I paid dues, kid how dare you respect me notI had to get a tetanus shot cause fools bit butNow Im back on deck, ready to wreckAnd swing at every pitch til Im rich (whoo!)And thats not long because I got a new song to singThrone the king cause all the fools just stepped loose (ooh)Back to the party at hand, I want you movin and groovinWorkin that ass, havin a blastIm fast on the feel so pass the pillTo the kid that rocks, everybody jockin stop thenThrow your hands up and wave em from left to rightIf you like the niggarole say (ho!)But you know, no restin yet, cause here I amAskin the question - can I party if I need to jam?[chorus][ahmad]Kick it what did I say? (get up!) think you better (get up!)Part efficient in circumfrence and if you dont jumpTouch the ceiling with the center of your palm, use your right armEverybody standin, should love my sound cause its too downOr three, might be four, fifty-six, maybe one moreTo blow, might I flow, can I go, Im that one soBumrush the doors, keep the doors lockedAll I needs a small flock of fans, hands move to the bam-boomOf the bass drum, when you hear the thump of the bassJump while youre actin dumb, yell where you come from(west coast) with the new soul scenario(just fo) us to control your stereoAhmad I flip and rip kids and crews to shredsMau will lay a beat down like the fedsI guess all should say yes yall cause here I amAskin the question - can I party if I need to jam?[chorus][ahmad]Whassup? thats ahmad and the jonesesWe on this mic, for the ninety-three, to the ninety-fourAnd more
