1 Yo a party ain't a party 'till it's ran all through
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And leave it to my crew it's gon' be playa' proof
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After three rounds we gon' blow off this roof
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A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
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Shorty who you be you're staring at me instantly
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As I walk into this vide(o) I can feel you diggin' me
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Wit' yo' glass of Rhemy, you had one too many
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But still I'm impressed wit' cho' wild out Henney
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It's a party and I got's to run all through
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But maybe later on we can chat over booze
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See I thought you knew, ain't no delaying what I'm saying
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Want me to rewind and collect on my track, it won't wait
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I said it's a party, I gots to run all through
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We holding 20 plus we can follow if you choose
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See ain't nothing changed, since the days of the Q
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Except uh, elimination that wanna chew up my crew
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Yes you, but you true I got to browse on through
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You can catch me at the bar being shady to my old crew
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How I do? Make moves like I shoot
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Catch me on the rebound, make at the tunnel
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Catch me on the rebound, or maybe at the tummy
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[Mr Cheeks]
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I'm tipsy from the cab, down the whole bottle of Henney
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Peepin' shorties in my biz and seeing many
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But there's something about you
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You seem off the hook
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Givin' me that "I want to say something" look
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Plus that dress you wearin'
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Got my whole team starin',
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You not bouncin' with me, I'm not hearin'
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Lickin' the lips for real like you really want it
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Is you dealing with the cat that's blunted?
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Stay forever real shorty Ra', is you down
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To go home wit' the champ a whole round? You see
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I had my eyes on you from way across the room
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You looked so good from over here, I can smell your perfume
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I assume, if I got ta come and get ya
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Ya'd think I was only out to hit ya,
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See, you's an intelligent chick
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With that Nestle type of smile,
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Held my temptations back for awhile
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Tell my brother Tah Lee, I'll be back, yeah
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That's Pretty Lou and Spigg Nice, so watch my jacket
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Make her touch to my lips, put the drink in my hand
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'Till the center my legs expand
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Cuz
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[Freeky Tah]
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That's how we do
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Better forget her for me and you
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I give a shout out to my whole crew
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From New York City to Chicago too
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[Markell Riley]
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Now a party ain't a party until I run through it
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Pick 'em stick 'em sick 'em, that how I do it
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Move it, get down keepin' ya'll movin'
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Certified game tight prove it, aight!
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Deala of the dancefloor, makin' all ya'll stomp and clap
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Ya feelin' me?, damn sure
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I had the answers for ya dancers
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Since way back, puttin' it down like that
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[Nutta Butta]
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I came in the door, 20 or more
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Watch the dancefloor, cause we like it raw
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Dom got my head spinnin' like a set of rims
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Nutta Butta like a pair of Timbs
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What the deal shorty?, wanna rock with me
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Take ya back, do the wop wit' me
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Spend the cash like Monopoly
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Words slurred and my vision is blurred
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But a party ain't a party 'til I slide with a bird, what?
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Repeat 1 until fade
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Party Ain`t A Party
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Queen Pen |