Fes Taylor - Party On Lyrics
[Intro: Fes Taylor]Yo, check it, yeah, uh-huhYo, check it, yeah, yo[Fes Taylor]Yo, let me set it off like thisPut it out quick, before they bite thisProfes, who? Come on, I write hitsPull up the whips, no motorbike tricksWe crack bottles like drunks on the cornerIt's over the wall, this one a gonerBig league, still rock fatigueWhen I do dirt, fly when I rock the beatOn stage with lots of peep, the crowd full ofLots of freaks, I gots to meetSlide to the download spot on the creekThirty dollar room, she said 'you so cheap'I said, you so right, boo, I'm on a budgetIt ain't in my plans to pay for no lovingI get high til the day I dieThug life til the day I fry, say byeWhen we ride to the Mac tracks, and WolfpackDon't cross 'em like a black catRat-tat-tat, if ya mouth yap-yap-yapTelling the boys where I stash gats atI rep the Stat, it's the best of rapYou pre-school MC's get left back, yoWe got this rap shit locked, gangsta, my ratchet's popWe sitting at the top, wait til my album dropIs he the one, yes, the kid is hereSo everybody else stand clearI declare war, Two 4, ready to rollRhymes like handguns, ready to blowDanger, son, I'm just letting you knowAnother banger, what ya'll expect from the pro?[Chorus 2X: Fes Taylor]Everybody in the front get liveEverybody in the back, wave 'em, side to sideNow, everybody on the top, get highEverybody on the bottom, everything all right[Fes Taylor]Aiyo, hold up, wait a minuteParty ain't a party, 'less we up in itLot of pretty women, we ain't spinnin'Difference between me and them, they pretendingKeep it real, OK, radio get no playRap styles, sound like you from the old daysShould of went on tour with the O'Jay'sIn the hallway, almost shot Crackhead JoseAnd I don't play, beat me, no wayGet bag mazed, won't say, all dayStreet codes, love hoes that'll deep throatGirls, I'm trynna lay you like free throwWild out if I don't see doughBig four-four in a forty belowsSqueeze those, play it right through your peepholeKick doors, take yours, like the repoQuiet when the heat blow, when the beef is onYou better creep low, anything goesWhen it's war, if it's on it's on, shot for shotSong for song, ya'll been doing this wrongSo I came here with W.P., Hennessey for the whole squadYo, son, it's nothing to meStill, thugging a rhyme, they loving the beatBefore the rap game, kid had to hustle to eatUsed to, muscle the streets, run from the beastCracks in my cheeks, puffin' the leak, heat under my seatAny M.C. want it with me?Rap tournament, for a fifty G. feeThe great L.G., could it be, make everybody freeze nowSomebody scream loudTwo 4, we turn it out, greedy city, Dirty South[Chorus 2X][Hook: Fes Taylor]We gon', get, this shit, rightWe flip, like, we piss, rightIt's our, turn, to rock, thisI got, this, so watch, thisYa'll gon' see, it's Dub, PGreat L, G, ya'll feel, meMighty, Two, 4 War, yoHealthy, all, we won't fall
