Party Joint

Lyrics
[Intro] Word to burger, G [Chorus] Ladies in the house, you know I like your style I want your cooperation right now Fellas don't dance 'cause they don't know how 'cause they don't know how All the ladies in the house say ow And to the brothers on the low 'cause we gettin' that dough And every once in a while you take a sip of the Mo Say ho (Ho) Say ho, ho (Ho, ho) [Verse 1] Tonight we gon' get live for real, nobody's frontin' Got you jumpin', like a shot o'clock on the block or somethin' To keep it pumpin', nobody leavin' ''til the morn' 'Cause word is bond, we gon' be here ''til the break of dawn So yes, yes, y'all, this where the players ball If you a true player, get the money, talk for wallets, ball My clique stays hard to the core So what the hell you come in here for? But, yo, desire, I'ma take you out in blunt fire The parkside, I be the livest on your flier Who's your next tryer? Next contestant The last kid who shined when he rhyme every time 'cause the method pathetic Nobody iller, no shots feelin' The party is lime, our whole crew top billy Appealing to every dime piece in this house A+, no doubt he'll turn your party out [Chorus] Ladies in the house, you know I like your style I want your cooperation right now Fellas don't dance 'cause they don't know how All the ladies in the house say ow And to the brothers on the low 'cause we gettin' that dough And every once in a while you take a sip of the Mo Say ho (Ho) Say ho, ho (Ho, ho) [Verse 2] Parkside, every day stay fly Wear my head noddy with Versace with my body Rolex flexed around my wrist, you know the time Player haters hate when I be gone for mine Strictly dime with genuine player lines Peep your girl peepin' me from the door, that was the warning sign We all shine, my clique got to laughed at So don't get mad when you catch your girlfriend lookin' at it My apparatus help make me the fattest Flash the cabbage and watch these sonnies try to take advantage Just can't manage to get none, but checkin' how me and son Roll up on the dibs blowin' half fun (Yeah) While my block from the block, rush the spot It's undeniable, you know my joint knocks like Roy Jones Grippin' microphones '''til this voice grown Call up Kdore, set it up, get your spot blown [Chorus] Ladies in the house (Yeah), you know I like your style I want your cooperation right now Fellas don't dance 'cause they don't know how (Yeah) All the ladies in the house say ow And to the brothers on the low 'cause we gettin' that dough (Yeah) And every once in a while you take a sip of the Mo Say ho (Ho) I say ho, ho (Ho, ho) [Verse 3] I got power moves to make major plans, I'm jiggy I got my mans with me, pushin' an 850 Sayin' the interior emerald green to gender roll with my team Wearin' clothes that you average brothers never seen We gettin' over like major leaguers with Motorola pagers Leather gators, crazy seekers Tonights, the [?] gon' spread love It's my duty to bag every cutie in this whole club Me and my man placin' bets on you player rats Why your jealous ex got a brother facin' threats? We takin' charge, livin' large as stars Hold it down, what's ours like the National Guard Keep it movin', swingin' like basslines that's groovin' Won't let up on that pressure '''til that love letter's on my jacket But check it, honey, meet me by the exit Where's your number? I need a newcomer by the summer [Chorus] Ladies in the house, you know I like your style I want your cooperation right now Fellas on damn 'cause they don't know how All the ladies in the house say ow And to the brothers on the low 'cause we gettin' that dough And every once in a while you take a sip of the Mo Say ho (Ho) Say ho, ho (Ho, ho) Ladies in the house, you know I like your style I want your cooperation right now Fellas don't dance 'cause they don't know how All the ladies in the house say ow And to the brothers on the low 'cause we gettin' that dough And every once in a while you take a sip of the Mo Say ho (Ho) Say ho, ho (Ho, ho) [Outro] Yeah Yeah
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Credits
- Writers
- Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis
- Smith Bros.
- A+ (Rap)