Party

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Juju] Yo... Kirk Yano, on the motherfuckin' mix Aight?! Yo... Beatnuts... Willie Stubz... [Verse 1: Juju] I'm like Conan dusted in a Cadillac Brougham Makin' a new sword, every day type program Aggravate the party a little Leave the whole place full of riddles Hardcore to the middle Big Jus, Psycho Lesm, and Skribble My nigga Willie Stubz pull out And leave the rap game cripple "Beatnuts forever die hard," you know the motto Shut the hell up then, and buy another bottle Get the party started correct Leave the whole place breaking their neck It's the Beatnuts, what you expect? Like "tu-tu-du" and all that shit Summer splash shit, Beatnuts with a smash hit [Chorus] Paaaaarty! We're gonna have a oooorgy! After the paaaaarty! We're gonna have a oooorgy! [Verse 2: Psycho Les] Beatnuts, a.k.a. the Track Monsters Sit at the table like fat mobsters We bang operas that make you jump like grasshoppers We blast coppers (Blaow!) Tryin' to shut down the grass rastas We stack pasta, like bank robbers It's the real three – Ju, Les, and Willie Straight from the Q-U-double E- N-S; once again, it's The menace – to society, your ho keep eyein' me Buyin' me drinks, like she wants me to do her grand opening I'm hoping she's a pit fighter Imaginin' Big Psych' inside her Bangin' it out like a rhino-saurus Yo, who got the trees? I wanna light a forest Who wan' test Les, get left in a mess Take this to the head, fuck the vest Tryna duck Les, screaming for your grandmother Hook up on you I Know What You Did Last Summer [Chorus] Paaaaarty! We're gonna have a oooorgy! After the paaaaarty! We're gonna have a oooorgy! [Verse 3: Willie Stubz] I tear it up when I head it up Like hurricane stuff Keep it smooth like pearl jam bugs Make you fiend like drugs Scheme like thugs with tight mobs We pitfight all bitches that call us scrubs Triple 1's on my back, Pentagon's guns on my chest Beatnuts stay hot to death Food for the chef, who threw a vest? Call me your highness 'Cause when you find this, I'm probably blinded in the smoke Chillin' in Miami, drinking Heine's on a boat Yo, the streets are wild, I never let 'em see me smile Love this Hip-Hop shit since I was a child, juvenile Tryna make money by the pound Paaaaarty ! We're gonna have a oooorgy ! (after the) Paaaaarty ! We're gonna have a oooorgy ! Paaaaarty ! We're gonna have a oooorgy ! (after the) Paaaaarty ! We're gonna have a oooorgy ! [Scratches] Check it, check it, check what I say I'm so great, I'm so great Check it, check it, check what I say I'm so great, I'm so great Don't let'em see you smile...