A Party Going On...

Lyrics

Intro [Quantez The Clown] We all need comedy to distract us from the real things that are happening in the world. Sorry to ruin the party with a public service announcement Verse [Kxng Crooked] It's a party going on, you know C.O.B. is reppin We the illest in the game, I put that on G-O-D and heaven It's almost noon, my alarm said it's 11:57 Put my Shady hoodie on, looking in the mirror man I'm staring at a legend Hopped in my old school sitting on rims Ready to hit the streets in my seven deuce Pontiac Rolled down the window, turned up the beat Bucket leather seats as sick as a hypochondriac Pulled up to the corner with the liquor store on it Seen a couple cops and I almost had a heart attack Cuz they shot down another unarmed black man Instead of just arresting him they arrested his cardiac Fuck the police Got me reminiscing on a hardcore rhyme By the time I got to the next light I seen a vet with a cardboard sign I read what it said, it said dear Mr. President if you want to start wars fine While you sent your servants to cop more wine I found the surface, then I got shot four times Damn, had to turn down my stereo That ain't nothing trivial, handing him a couple of 50's out the window like here you go And as I did it I could see someone coming in my peripheral The prostitute from the opposite corner Asking if I want her, I acted like I ain't hear her though Rocking a mini and her body so skinny, she could hula hoop through a cheerio I mean really yo I'm late to the party Navigation saying imma pull up in a minute Made a quick left and people are protesting Holding up signs saying Trump is a bigot Parked my shit, hopped out the whip I just wanna give a little functional visit Walked inside got stuck in a blizzard All these snow bunnies on a hunt for my digits Horny little devils, trying to get her rocks off Bring a nigga home, just to piss her pops off Weed everywhere, drink everywhere I'm sober in a corner and I can't turn my thoughts off (The whole world is crazy cuz) I can't turn my thoughts off Thinking of the shit that I seen on my way here On top of all that, somebody just let shots off (Gun shots) Ranna Royce Yes officer Okay, his hands are up officer Okay, we're listening his hands are up Produced by Smith and Hay, Ranna Royce and Mani Ajami