Queen Pen:
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
Chorus
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
Chorus
(2x)
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
Chorus
(2x)
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?
Chorus till fade
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