Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] Chops out, mops out, we got this nigga beatboxin' (My nigga Menace on the beat) It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, crack a stove, heat sparkin' Never park them coupes, knock his head then speed off Treason on the Stincs, box his whip in, retard [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Shit, nigga Stincs run the city, that's some shit you niggas dream 'bout Mei Ling, Sue Yung, flu flammin go down On rodeo with my drum, if you want it, go to war with me [Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy] You think I'm finna give these fake niggas love? Nah, bro, it is not that type of party You think I'm out on the block with no drum? Nah, bro, it is not that type of party You think you finna act special where we from? Nah, bro, it is not that type of party You think you steppin' in our section with thesе bums? Nah, bro, it is not that type of party Shit, nigga You think I'm finna give thesе fake niggas love, nigga? Bitch Nah, bro, it is not that type of party Shit, nigga You think you steppin' in our section with these bums, nigga? (Uh, nigga) Nah, bro, it is not that type of party [Verse 2: Duffy] Catch you lackin', it is not that type of party Speed up out of a Rolls, Mei Ling see me stalkin' What's up with niggas always doin' all that talkin'? I don't know, but all I know is Rudy chalked him Gettin' where I'm goin', can't nobody tell me nothin' Got some demons in my shoulders, say they like what I'm becomin' Get up in my way, you end up shot or kickin' buckets It's only right I'm slidin' with this Draco on his cousin "Duffy, why you rushin'?" It's a loafy out there callin' me Really too greedy, that's the difference between you and me Did it to him quick, Bart choke him and we flee the scene Big MAC on me, .223s, that's a twenty-piece If you don't agree the Stincs winnin', nigga, show me somethin' Got it Off the Mussle, niggas stupid that we finna fumble What's up in that Louis duffel? Chip him, Frito-Lay with Ruffles Long live the coaches, chops out, we makin' niggas hustle Put him in a bundle, hundiddies, I'm so cold hearted Mad I let these Steve Urkel niggas even get me started Try to get up on me, snatch what? He must be retarted Wrestle with this chop, I'm flatlinin' any Jeff Hardys Pour another line, all our opps probably sniffin' Sharpies Bob Marley, facin' all these 'Woods, I can't think hardly Nigga tried to touch a piece, nina sweet talked him Yeah, nigga, it is not that type of party [Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy] You think I'm finna give these fake niggas love? Nah, bro, it is not that type of party You think I'm out on the block with no drum? Nah, bro, it is not that type of party You think you finna act special where we from? Nah, bro, it is not that type of party You think you steppin' in our section with these bums? Nah, bro, it is not that type of party Shit, nigga You think I'm finna give these fake niggas love, nigga? Bitch Nah, bro, it is not that type of party Shit, nigga You think you steppin' in our section with these bums, nigga? Nah, bro, it is not that type of party