Party Crasher

Aww shit, not these niggaz again Aiyyo listen I'm only lettin' five of you motherf**kers in here tonight If your man ain't on the guest list He get to the back of the f**kin' line And you know another motherf**kin' thing? I don't give a f**k if a bitch spill a drink In this motherf**ker tonight I'm kickin' all y'all the f**k outta here Uhh Muh'f**kers be up in the club scared to f**kin' death Nigga if you scared why don't yo' a*s just stay the f**k home Check it out, uhh Me and mines at the door, ain't tryin' to pay your fees Stop playin', you f**kin' with me, I push my way in Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up Guzzlin' Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch Bouncin' nigga lookin' like he want war Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah pattin' me down like the law As I stumble in the party Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure Loungin' near the bar section, rolled the L And kept steppin', concealed weapon, razor sharp Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin' for matches? Burn somethin', one toke got me blasted Took another toke then I pa*sed it, choke Fantastic, herb ain't no joke Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish Ladies on the dance floor, shakin' they a*ses That millon dollar broke niggaz, that makin' pa*ses Honey with the eye gla*ses, body work is Boombastic Skin like blackberry mola*ses, mmm At last it's, time to step and make her mine Niggas headin' toward the bathroom tuckin' they shines Brothers got to keep it movin', playin' with kids That won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban, you know what this is Yo Duke that's your diamonds right there, God? Yo that shit'll go right where my people ain't right now Yo don't touch my shit Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream End of story couldn't find shorty, party scene's Now a f**ked up chaotic thing, won't be long Before the sirens intervene, the territory Can't we all get along, without the ruckus Got big bouncin' muh'f**kers, tryin' to rush us I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench Of a hell bent environment, the odds against us Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl Uhh, every time I try to have a good time why? Somebody always f**kin' it up, killin' my high, damn Monkey wrench they whole program, party over By that time I'm dead sober In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, dead gone You can tell that they was heat holders Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids Rushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin' Duke Half to death and took his Rolex, it's horrible Like a front page article, Mister Pitiful About a step away now we critical, uhh As I boned out I heard the people shout Niggaz, yea cold turn the party out Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh