I Don't Wanna Party Wit U

Well, shit, check it out

I done found out that's there a fine line between brilliant (uh-huh)

And bein' plum loco (oh fo' sho', hell yeah)

Get back, get forward, get raised, get lowered

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 Hub

Because they needin' more than that hoe (than that hoe) the big fat hoe

Tryin' to get every ballin' nigga in the saddle (yee-ha!)

Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man

Nowadays you can't tell, watch the crotch, it may swell

You needs a pap smear you need to know

If you got an STD, some little critters in your trap dear

Get on, me and my homies is indivisible

And don't floss money, looks better when it's invisible (yes)

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 bridgin' the gap, I'm rigid with rap

Money or respect bitch, I'd rather have the digits than daps (tell 'em)

So give me the haps, do you want the meat or the scraps? (come on)

Put heat on my naps, and now my hair look sweet on my lap (always)

'Cause it's the same thang tryin' to 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 niggaz do dirt, get caught, and start tellin' (shut up!)

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 (nah)

'Cause real niggas do real things 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

I don't want to 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 want to party wit' you, hmm, hell naw

You need to put some lotion on

'Cause your skin is peelin' around

Them bullet wounds on your 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 noose on his neck

They can't handle me, 'cause I'm where the scandal be

An underground nigga on Arista, now there is the family

That I'm a 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 edition (extra extra)

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

And if you ain't got that, keep wishin' (we all about it)

And to you bitch-ass niggas in the maze

Comin' at a player with homosexual ways

Keep lickin' on that other sound

And stay north of the 105 Hip Hop heads, 'cause this is underground

Yeah right by the water, can't do right by ya daughter (no)

But look at all the shit that I done bought her (hmm?)

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

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

(I don't want to party wit' you) hell naw

'Cause nigga youse 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 want to party wit' you) hell naw

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

Now you're 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 industry is freak (shh shh shh), pardon me for bein' speaky

Snitchin' on y'all that want to 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 of Cisco 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 want to fuck we playin' wit y'all

This is entertainment, we tryin' to 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 want to flow me (why)

Just because yo' woman want to 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

(I don't want to 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 ounce

(I don't want to party wit' you) hmm, hell naw

'Cause hoe you to' back, with that ol' long ass roll

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

(I don't want to 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 want to 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 want to party wit' you)

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

Check it, I don't give a fuck about fame (fo' sho)

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

I'm out

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