DMX - Party Up Lyrics
[dmx]Uhh.. uh! .. whoo!Chorus: dmxYall gon make me lose my mindUp in here, up in hereYall gon make me go all outUp in here, up in hereYall gon make me act a foolUp in here, up in hereYall gon make me lose my coolUp in here, up in here[dmx]If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then its gonna be quick, aightAll your mens up in the jail before, suck my dickAnd all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quickHow the ***** you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? aightThere go the gun click, nine one one shitAll over some dumb shit, aint that some shitYall niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytimeYou come around, its like (what) I just gotta get my dick suckedAnd I dont know who the ***** you think you talkin toBut Im not him, aight slim? so watch what you doOr you gon find yourself, buried next to someone elseAnd we all thought you loved yourselfBut that couldnt have been the issue, or maybeThey just sayin that, now cause they miss youShit a nigga tried to diss youThats why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the churchPreacher tellin the truth and it hurtsChorus[dmx]Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brainCause niggaz still want the fame, off the nameFirst of all, you aint rapped long enoughTo be *****in with me and you, you aint strong enoughSo whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you supermanI got the kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?Yall niggaz is characters, not even good actorsWhats gon be the outcome? hmm, lets add up all the factorsYou wack, youre twisted, your girls a hoeYoure broke, the kid aint yours, and erybody knowYour old man say you stupid, you be like, so?I love my baby mother, I never let her goIm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over pussThat dont belong to them, ***** is wrong with them?They ***** it up for real niggaz like my mans and themWho get it on on the strength of the hands with them, manChorus[dmx]I bring down rains so heavy it curse the headNo more talkin - put him in the dirt insteadYou keep walin - lest you tryin to end up redCause if I end up fed, yall end up deadCause youse a soft type niggaFake up north type niggaPuss like a soft white niggaDog is a dog, bloods thicker than waterWe done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughterThe bigger the order, the more guns we brought outWe run up in there, erybody come out, dont nobody run outSun in to sun out, ima keep the gun outNigga runnin his mouth? ima blow his lung outListen, yo ass is about to be missinYou know who gon find you? (who? ) some old man fishinGrandma wishin your souls at restBut its hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chestChorus[dmx]Hold up! errrrrrrr!One.. two.. meet me outsideMeet me outside, meet me outsideAll my ruff ry-ders gon meet me outsideMeet me outside, meet me outsideAll my big ball-ers gon meet me outsideMeet me outside, meet me outsideAll my fly lad-ies gon meet me outsideMeet me outside, meet me outsideAll my street street peoples meet me outsideMeet me outside, outside mother*****erX is got yall bouncin againBouncin again, bounce-bouncin againDark man x got ya bouncin againBouncin again, bounce-bouncin againSwizz beatz got yall bouncin againBouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (swizz beatz)Ruff ryders got yall bouncin again (dmx)Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin againDark man keep you bouncin againBouncin again, bounce-bouncin againDark man keep you bouncin againBouncin again, bounce-bouncin againAll my streets they bouncin againBouncin again, were bouncin againSwizz swizz beatz we bouncin againBouncin again and we bouncin againDouble r keep it comin, aint nuttin yallAint nuttin yall can do, now.. {*boom*}
