Where The Party At
(专辑: The Mail Man - 1994)
[Computer voice] Where's the
party at [Verse 1] Forget it man, I
can't lie I'm drunk as a
skunk but I'm nothing funk I
shoots the
game, the
gift I
spit The
gift of gab boy, the
gift is ripped Deal with the
skill that makes ya feel it Those that don't wanna feel it need to kill it Knows that I
can giddy go When it's time to get on the
M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E It's me the
hustler 40 With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky A
brother like me don't hang around no suckers that be faulty I
be putting the
group up in the
boot Be putting the
peas up in the
pod Left the
cookies in the
jar, now I'm a
rap star The
rapologist, I
pull a
40 out of my ball cap Then I
bust ya down side of this Cause partner ain't never been no punk in this I'm so serious brother, I
got meals, wheels And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills Giving up deals, hills let em' go for a
lil' nothing As I
showcase my skills for real [Hook x2] There's a
party over here, a
party over there A
party everywhere...put ya hands up There's a
party over here, a
party over there A
party everywhere [Verse 2] Pulling up in the
club about eleven I
plays my feet and hit the
beat and kept it revving I
got a
lil' doja that I'm fixing to break down Roll em' up in a
zag, lick em' stick em' and clown I'm fully dig with a
dick, my game is on hit I
got tipped so I
tip cause I'm living with this Game tight with the
knack, I'm pulling in scratch They better have a
tight grip on they stuff cause I'm bout to snatch Your batch if she wants it she'll be mine in the
Cutlass Puffing on some of this chronic while I'm getting straight laced Heard about the
drought season, they be looking for a
reason It's like Thanksgiving without the
feasting Extra manish how I'm living and my name is groupie It's Mr. 30-30 giving up game to all you hoochies Bitches always splitting stick the
wood but sometimes wouldn't Sucking and grabbing my little pecker Talking about sick on my gold better I
remember when carts was Barbie cut before I
was in junior high All they wanted to do is kiss and let me play with they vagina I
got my freshen up, I
put on my chucks, also down with pluck Th finest watch on the
playground, the
one with the
big ass butt 40 I
love you, I
miss you, I
need you And retrospect to who Bitch come anew, bitch come anew [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Cause we made like thugs Get juiced in the
parking lot before we go up in the
clubs Hugs and kisses, gotta make sure we got our gloves Hugs and kisses, E-40 can't be on any more Hugs and kisses, straight to the
bar no time to waste Kicking em' back while they take the
place Order me a
shot of that liquor to taste Thinking they about to beat my face Oh no, I'm nothing but a
professional Oh no, we're nothing but professionals Hoochies all in my face with some of that dope water Brothers already purple off some of that soap water So I'ma make a
toast to the
most Mobbish looking brothers in this by midnight Cause brothers gotta get the
shit that's really in man Batches on our jock, batches on our jock Mind teaching things to these brothers Cause that's us, Captain Save a
botch They wanna be like big boys and sport big loot They wanna be like big boys and sport fresh suits I
got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me I
got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me I
got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me I
got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me [Hook x2] [Outro] We in this baby boy swerving E-40 in the
mob scene And I'm still down with The
C-L-I-C-K Coming yo way in the
94 Then 95, it don't stop boy ain't no jive Sell the
rest of them tapes boy Where the
deposit at, where mine at Oh for real, I'm out [Computer voice repeated to fade] Where's the
party at...Where's the
party at Where's the
party at, where's the
party at, where's the
party at