[Computer voice]
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Where's the party at
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[Verse 1]
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Forget it man, I can't lie
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I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk
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I shoots the game, the gift I spit
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The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped
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Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it
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Those that don't wanna feel it need to kill it
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Knows that I can giddy go
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When it's time to get on the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E
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It's me the hustler 40
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With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky
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A brother like me don't hang around no suckers that be faulty
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I be puttin' the group up in the boot
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Be puttin' the peas up in the pod
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Left the cookies in the jar, now I'm a rap star
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The rapologist, I pull a 40 out of my ball cap
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Then I bust ya down side of this
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Cause partner ain't never been no punk in this
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I'm so serious brother, I got meals, wheels
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And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills
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Givin' up deals, hills let em' go for a lil' nothin'
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As I showcase my skills for real
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[Hook x2]
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There's a party over here, a party over there
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A party everywhere...put ya hands up
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There's a party over here, a party over there
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A party everywhere
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[Verse 2]
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Pullin' up in the club about eleven
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I plays my feet and hit the beat and kept it revvin'
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I got a lil' doja that I'm fixin' to break down
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Roll em' up in a zag, lick em' stick em' and clown
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I'm fully dig with a dick, my game is on hit
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I got tipped so I tip cause I'm livin' with this
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Game tight with the knack, I'm pullin' in scratch
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They better have a tight grip on they stuff cause I'm bout to snatch
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Your batch if she wants it she'll be mine in the Cutlass
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Puffin' on some of this chronic while I'm gettin' straight laced
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Heard about the drought season, they be lookin' for a reason
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It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
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Extra manish how I'm livin' and my name is groupie
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It's Mr. 30-30 givin' up game to all you hoochies
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Bitches always splittin' stick the wood but sometimes wouldn't
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Suckin' and grabbin' my little pecker
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Talkin' about sick on my gold better
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I remember when carts was Barbie cut before I was in junior high
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All they wanted to do is kiss and let me play with they vagina
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I got my freshen up, I put on my chucks, also down with pluck
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Th finest watch on the playground, the one with the big ass butt
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40 I love you, I miss you, I need you
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And retrospect to who
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Bitch come anew, bitch come anew
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 3]
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Cause we made like thugs
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Get juiced in the parking lot before we go up in the clubs
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Hugs and kisses, gotta make sure we got our gloves
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Hugs and kisses, E-40 can't be on any more
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Hugs and kisses, straight to the bar no time to waste
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Kickin' em' back while they take the place
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Order me a shot of that liquor to taste
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Thinkin' they about to beat my face
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Oh no, I'm nothin' but a professional
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Oh no, we're nothin' but professionals
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Hoochies all in my face with some of that dope water
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Brothers already purple off some of that soap water
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So I'ma make a toast to the most
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Mobbish lookin' brothers in this by midnight
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Cause brothers gotta get the shit that's really in man
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Batches on our jock, batches on our jock
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Mind teachin' things to these brothers
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Cause that's us, Captain Save a botch
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They wanna be like big boys and sport big loot
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They wanna be like big boys and sport fresh suits
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I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me
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I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me
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I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me
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I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me
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[Hook x2]
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[Outro]
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We in this baby boy swervin'
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E-40 in the mob scene
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And I'm still down with The C-L-I-C-K
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Comin' yo way in the 94
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Then 95, it don't stop boy ain't no jive
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Sell the rest of them tapes boy
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Where the deposit at, where mine at
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Oh for real, I'm out
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[Computer voice repeated to fade]
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Where's the party at...Where's the party at
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Where's the party at, where's the party at, where's the party at
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Where The Party At
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E-40 |