featuring Mr. Cheeks, Freeky Tah, Markell Riley and Nutta Butta
CHORUS:
Yo, a party ain`t a party `till it`s ran all through
And leave it to my crew, it`s gon` be playa` proof
After three rounds we gon` blow off this roof
A party ain`t a party `til it`s ran all through
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Queen Pen:
Shorty, who you be, you`re staring at me instantly
As I walk into this vide(o) I can feel you diggin` me
Wit` yo` glass of Rhemy, you had one too many
But still I`m impressed wit` cho` wild out Henney
It`s a party and I got`s to run all through
But maybe later on we can chat over booze
See I thought you knew, ain`t no delaying what I`m saying
Want me to rewind and collect on my track, it won`t wait
I said it`s a party, I gots to run all through
We holding 20 plus we can follow if you choose
See ain`t nothing changed, since the days of the Q
Except uh, elimination that wanna chew up my crew
Yes you, but you true I got to browse on through
You can catch me at the bar being shady to my old crew
How I do? Make moves like I shoot
Catch me on the rebound, make at the tunnel
Catch me on the rebound, or maybe at the tummy
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Mr Cheeks:
I`m tipsy from the cab, down the whole bottle of Henney
Peepin` shorties in my biz and seeing many
But there`s something about you
You seem off the hook
Givin` me that I want to say something look
Plus that dress you wearin`
Got my whole team starin`,
You not bouncin` with me, I`m not hearin`
Lickin` the lips for real like you really want it
Is you dealing with the cat that`s blunted?
Stay forever real shorty Ra`, is you down
To go home wit` the champ a whole round? You see
I had my eyes on you from way across the room
You looked so good from over here, I can smell your perfume
I assume, if I got ta come and get ya
Ya`d think I was only out to hit ya,
See, you`s an intelligent chick
With that Nestle type of smile,
Held my temptations back for awhile
Tell my brother Tah Lee, I`ll be back, yeah
That`s Pretty Lou and Spigg Nice, so watch my jacket
Make her touch to my lips, put the drink in my hand
`Till the center my legs expand
Cuz
Freeky Tah:
That`s how we do
Better forget her for me and you
I give a shout out to my whole crew
From New York City to Chicago too
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Markell Riley:
Now a party ain`t a party until I run through it
Pick `em stick `em sick `em, that how I do it
Move it, get down keepin` ya`ll movin`
Certified game tight prove it, aight!
Deala of the dancefloor, makin` all ya`ll stomp and clap
Ya feelin` me?, damn sure
I had the answers for ya dancers
Since way back, puttin` it down like that
Nutta Butta:
I came in the door, 20 or more
Watch the dancefloor, cause we like it raw
Dom got my head spinnin` like a set of rims
Nutta Butta like a pair of Timbs
What the deal shorty?, wanna rock with me
Take ya back, do the wop wit` me
Spend the cash like Monopoly
Words slurred and my vision is blurred
But a party ain`t a party `til I slide with a bird, what?
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