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Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Party

 

Party

(album: Gang Rags - 2010)


Hey you, where are you going?
I'm going to mind my fucking business, that's what I'm doing. Do you have a problem with that, officer?
Answer the question. What is this, Jeopardy?
No, this ain't Jeopardy. It ain't Monopoly either, and I ain't going to jail
Freeze!

Stomping, walking in my high-top chucks
40 in my hand and it's cold as fuck
Drank like a fish, so I'm drunk in a bitch
Over ten 40 oz. and eleven fifths
If I must, I admit, I got a problem here
Liquor's all gone, move the party elsewhere
On the block, pull the pistol out, bust it in the sky
I don't give a fuck about the pig standing by
If he turn his chin, hit 'em in the shin with a fifth of gin
And my cousin Nipz is sitting on the curb, nursing
I fired up the blunt, you should've seen the pig's face
Let a killer know this motherfucking pig want a taste

Party! ('Til we get arrested!)
Drinking! ('Til we all get arrested!)
Smoke weed! (Right in front of that pig!)
And we don't give a shit, it's only among the dead!
Party! ('Til we get arrested!)
Drinking! ('Til we all get arrested!)
Smoke weed! (Right in front of that pig!)
And we don't give a shit, it's only among the dead!

Fucking with me? Hell, don't think I can't read no badge [?], chump. [?]

Smoking, choking off that [?] wrapped blunt
Eyes red and bloodshot like I'm Tommy Chong's son
Hand me the bong, son, better yet, I'll get the [?]
Silver Surfer always on time like Old Faithful
Rolling 30 deep on the street, fuck what the cops say
In my hood, they burn ham and bacon every day
Hand me the pepper spray, more flavor for the barbecue
Used a badge to light a match, what you wanna do?
Never been the old fool to get drunk and pass out
Piss on his car and slap a pig in the mouth
They get the whole force, of course, they going lightly
I do the bid and get out real quick, this happens nightly!

Party! ('Til we get arrested!)
Drinking! ('Til we all get arrested!)
Smoke weed! (Right in front of that pig!)
And we don't give a shit, it's only among the dead!
Party! ('Til we get arrested!)
Drinking! ('Til we all get arrested!)
Smoke weed! (Right in front of that pig!)
And we don't give a shit, it's only among the dead!

Fuck the police, hey homie, fire it up
Call me the 24-hour party killer, living it up
I be on the block sipping, with my dead homie tripping
And when the hood simmer down, through the clubs we be dipping
Off to the next gig where the party be at
Got a gallon of Jager and now I'm looking for a rat
I like to drink, smoke weed, and hang all day
My life's a big party and I like it that way so
(Party!) Like it's going out of style
(Drinking!) Put the bottle to your mouth
(Smoke weed!) 'Til your lungs give out
Motherfucker, it's a party, get the fuck up or get out!
(Party!) We do this all the time
(Drinking!) Get your own, this is mine!
(Smoke weed!) The chronic's blowing my mind
You wanna party with me and mines? Step up and get in line!

Hit this! (We do this all the time!)
Hit this! (Get your own, this is mine!)
Hit this! (Smoke 'til you go blind!)
Hit this! (And everything will be fine!)

Party! ('Til we get arrested!)
Drinking! ('Til we all get arrested!)
Smoke weed! (Right in front of that pig!)
And we don't give a shit, it's only among the dead!
Party! ('Til we get arrested!)
Drinking! ('Til we all get arrested!)
Smoke weed! (Right in front of that pig!)
And we don't give a shit, it's only among the dead!

Fuck you!
Officers is goddamn hoes...
Go!
I'm not ready to go home!
Go on home, pal! Yeah, go!
You don't know who you fucking with, I'm from a small town called [?] and you're making me homesick

Fatto

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