Da Muzik

Lyrics

[INTRO: 20-2-Life] Come on It's party time y'all Haha [VERSE 1: 20-2-Life] Well it's party time So throw ya hands in the air I don't care what ya do Just respect this playa I feel somethin' bout to happen this year For 20-2-Life And it starts right here So put ya lighters in the air And flick it Now put that swisher in yo mouth And hit it But if you see 5-0 then stash it And when they gone take a hit And pass it Now put that tape in the tape deck and chill Pick up a ho and watch a porno (Man that's for real) Let's take a walk Through the house that black built Or take a ride In my boomin' mothership It's not a dream So keep yo eyes open And let the door hit yo ass If you ain't smokin' Cuz this year I ain't takin' no shorts Get yo nicotinе patch I got my own newports Now answer this question Arе you down with me? Cool Get yo Glock And shoot around with me Fool Ain't nothin' changed but the clip Like K said Ice mic check the level It's in the red [HOOK] Must be the music From the old school Must be the music That makes me act a fool Must be the music That makes it so dope Must be the music That keeps me full of smoke [VERSE 2: 20-2-Life] To all my niggas in H-Town I got half on the dub Like my nigga Blank said Show me some love yeah Been in the game two years Tryna get respect From all you females And you roughnecks I pay my dues On the street I creep on Calhoun And, um, my Beneville Got that boom I'm never hurtin' for nothin' And even if we strugglin' You never know I'm sufferin' I like to chill with that Wreckless Klan And guess what I'm from Houston, Texas man And 20-2-Life is on the rise And guess what Ain't no punk on that size Kill a ho Got the hell of a white blow I knock ya smooth to the floor Really doe I got skills and skills pay the bills But my skills are different They give yo ass chills So smoke a blunt And nigga just kick it And if yo bitch come over Straight stick it And don't sweat the technique If you like the smoke And fire it up when you here Cuz that musics dope [HOOK] Must be the music From the old school Must be the music That makes me act a fool Must be the music That makes it so dope Must be the music That keeps me full of smoke [VERSE 3: Point Blank] Before I crank this here up Pour some gin in yo cup And turn the volume down Cuz it'll tear yo speakers up I'm not gon' push the issue If you choose not to listen You can't handle the heat? Then raise yo ass up out the kitchen You wanna know what's happenin' in my life? Peep this here BigTyme gon' take a fall Nah fool not this year Point Blank is in the house And my word is good as gold You can monitor my actions From the things that I control I sold another Make twenty G's so I don't care And always doin' things To keep my name in the air Playa haters hate That I respect em for that Especially the ones That say my name on they tracks Thanks for the promotions I appreciate it But squash all that Let me get back to this party and party and Party til I can't no more And after the show gotta hit that back door Straight to hotel or motel Whatever The case may be Or the place may be It's time for that SPC clique To make a move As long as the music cool We comin' up smooth [HOOK] Must be the music From the old school Must be the music That makes me act a fool Must be the music That makes it so dope Must be the music That keeps me full of smoke [OUTRO] Yeah Oooh The music music music Yeah Na Na Na Na Na Oooh The music makes me act a fool Oooh Yeah Oooh The music That keeps me full of smoke (Smoke, Smoke, Smoke...)