Party People - Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] Aight, here we go Yo [Verse] Party people in the place, let's cut the chase Funk Doc never pump his brakes 'Cause I accelerate, I carry lotta weight And like Tony the Tiger, I'm grrrreat Brick City, dog, is off the chain Dirty, I Die Harder than John McClane Ask me for a [?] for ten That's like having an afro at hair club for men You're useless, throw down your pen and pad I erase your brain permanent like Men In Black I'm D.O.C., BBD - Blunts, Bitches, Dollars not Bell Biv DeVoe Move along kiddo, your arm too short to box with the God of rap Born in Newark I'm in and out of traffic Blunt stains in my fabric More fights in the club than Brad Pitt My titanic is gigantic, I sink your drummer Piano player and your violinist Ill At Will Volume 2, Brick City niggas taking your valuables I'm hard to find, nigga tie your shoes It's like PeeWee's bike at the Alamo Doc got enough flows to supply your coast One dose leave a dust head wide awoke It's like being choked with a wire rope When you find out your whole empire broke Gilla House will remain the same, I portray in the game Bitches that got game with brain, gimme! I need to get a [?] for a hip-hop mini 'Sup Doc, get up, people more like Demi I'm not at all frilly, bitch it's the dog in me Bang the pussy 'til you call Wendy "Hello?" No time to get courageous Sawed off shotgun, you on the pavement Gimme that mic, get my name engraved in Doc ain't the nigga to play with, I do it like "Huhhhh!" Freak through the London fog And if I keep going, I go 100 bars I want the cash, money, 100 cars Like Baby, so I'ma stay the one at large, nigga Big Daddy Kane, what up nigga? [?], my dog, what up nigga? Mr. C, why don't you roll that weed While the fuckin' DJ play one for me!