P.A.R.T.Y.

Lyrics

[Intro] Check it out! [Chorus] Party Party We gonna party (Yeah) Party (Par, par, par, par, check it out, yo) [Verse 1: Wax] While you aim to maintain the status quo Embody the persona of the average joe Me and Herbal T and the Lack of Fro are less rational We international To reiterate in case you're a little late I incinerate fakes on my dinner plate We hungry, but y'all gon' starve the hardest Cause we stay well fed eating starvin' artists I'm a veteran authority better than the majority Of all the mothafuckas that ever been in the door of the industry I'm what you pretend to be Half of you mothafuckas sound like shit to me That's why I have no sympathy That's why I take a shit in your stocking and burn down your Christmas tree Poof, you're done, y'all history I'm the truth behind the unsolved mystery I'm the epitome of victory Instinctively, I rip emcees And spit the remains out, all over the floor It's Big Wax, mothafucka, thought I told you before I'm on a whole different level than y'all, leveling y'all Like a medicine ball, hitting you dead in the jaw We ready to brawl, you delicate soft, you gon' lose it Herbal T ride the mic and get stupid [Verse 2: Herbal T] Learn to be original Herb's an individual Nerds are typical, hypocritical pitiful minimal Impact makers, get to back-breaking Hard work it takes to get to that place Where you can do whatever you want and still kill it Pass your prescription bottle and we'll fill it Up with the true party music from the soul, y'all Wax, Herbal T, LOA is the roll call I thought I told y'all not to press your luck Like tentacles of an octopus, you suck Straight trash, throw your CD in a waste basket Or I'ma cover your mouth with tape fast And pipe down your shitty talk Them brothers fly like Orville and Wilbur right down to Kitty Hawk And just when y'all assholes thought that y'all was on top Lack of Afro brought that Fall back when he lay the drum track The bass on the joint on point like a thumbtack Crews come whack 'cause some lack the focus And if they fall off a come back, it's hopeless Unpack the dopeness stored in my brain Dear lord, I'm insane If you a dope fiend, put my microphone cord in your vein And soon you'll be high like you're boarding a plane [Chorus] Party Party We gonna party (Yeah) Party Party Party