Personal Party
(专辑: Rolling Stoned - 2011)
[Intro:] Uhhhh Riiiight [Smoke DZA:] Flying down the
westside, joint in my ear One 'bout to get lit up, I'm 'bout to make it disappear In thin air, feeling untouchable; Tommy Buns, sincere. You think I
give a
fuck About a
red light? Niggas can't do it, so they dead tight Hating on a
young slick nigga that's getting it Fly shit; I
mastered it. Nothing like your average Cookie patch, rugby bucket, lo-life Parrish smith A
nigga got to eat. Paraphernalia In my boxer briefs It's monopoly, I
need property I
ain't tryna end up like them previous lames Caught up, no bail money, slumped in the
game Watch niggas lives flush down the
drain The
results of not playing they lane Old head asked, "DZA, you in it for the
money or fame?" I
said, "I'm in it for the
legacy" triple my change, nigga (Right) Minus the
bull, life is great Super high, out of space Mind blown, got me on freeze Plus everybody got they own trees Its a
personal party (Uh) Light up at ya own pace, cause its a
personal party (Uh) I'm taking this one to the
face, cause its a
personal party (Pause) [Curren$y:] Uh, too hard for paper Write these rhymes on a
steel plate. His words hold weight Nigga, spitta! From El Salvador to the
L.A 'Jet Life' on the
billboard. Never forget that day Man, everything going just as planned My driver rolling up at the
airport cause I'm finna land My girl at my hide-out; cheffing up, she hear that door slam? That pussy wetting up, as I'm stepping up She ripping off her clothes for Spitta to tear it up Now homie is it clear enough? I
say 'Get money, Fuck bitches' cause I
get money: these bitches wanna fuck Now is it clear enough? Homie is it adding up? [Smoke DZA:] Minus the
bull, life is great Super high, out of space Mind blown, got me on freeze Plus everybody got they own trees Its a
personal party (Uh) Light up at ya own pace, cause its a
personal party (Uh) I'm taking this one to the
face, cause its a
personal party (Pause) Right, levitating on V-Don's beat Get Well Soon, 'Kush God' speed Got these niggas sick, taken long z's Matter fact, this one's on me For everybody that I
lost this year: You know love is due, this one's for you Indecisive, I
got choices. Voice of the
voiceless I
speak for the
unheard, y'ain't got to say one word I
got you, be a
fake nigga not to Nobody keep it real like I
do Everybody's prey in this game of survival, do or die Niggas don't abide by rules, it's a
cold world Ain't nothing else to do but pray Little nigga got shot in the
mouth broad day yesterday Life what it's worth to you? Questions deep enough for me to light a
personal DZA