Dj Quik - I Don't Wanna Party Wit U Lyrics
Get back before I get raised, get lowerDo some extreme shit, keep from bein boredNow its double up, hoes come a nickel a dozenThey get hot and get *****ed and dont remember from buzzinThats why you dont see me, I aint at the clubIm chillin with my homies in the city of hugsBecause they need me more than that hoe (that hoe), the big fat hoeTryna get every ballin nigga in the saddleLap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the manNow a days you cant tell, watch the crotch, it might swellYou needs a pap smearYou need to know if you got an std,Some little critters in ya trap dearGet on, me and my homies is indivisibleAnd dont floss money, it looks better when its invisibleWe get props from wall street to yall streetIf ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heatC-p-t style, o-g me style, the d-j q-u-i-k with no c styleIn yo town, dont trip nigga, it goes downAnd when you see me in all blue, you gon frownBut Im rigid the ghetto, Im rigid with rapMoney or respect *****, Id rather have the digits than datSo give me the hats, do you want the meat or the scraps?Put heat on my naps and ima hell look sweet on my lapcause its the same thang tryna kill the gang bangSet examples for the kids, on how to maintainNever be a lame brainYall aint gotta feel the same painThat put a nigga like me on the mainframeBow down, back up nigga, Im hot nowAnd dont try to resuscitate me when Im shot downJust call my homie theo on the radioAnd let him know his little homie quiksta had to goBecause gangsta, gangsta, thats what they yellinBut niggas do dirt, get caught, and start tellinTalkin to you gs with no heartWe was throwin and runnin from bulletsBefore gangsta rappin was an artNigga (nigga), so dont test ya bullet-proof vestcause real niggas do real thangs up under stressThats from the c-p-t, young g with heart, tooOh we still party, but now its part iiAnd(hook)(I dont wanna party wit you)Hell nawcause ***** you scaryYou 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos,Youre bald but your legs are hairy(I dont wanna party wit you)Hmm, hell nawYou need to put some lotion oncause ya skin is peelin around them bullet wounds on ya backYoure fat plus youre abortion-proneId rather be a young exec, than the puppet on the other endDanglin by a neuce on his neckThey cant handle me, cause Im where the --- beAnd underground nigga on erickston, now there is the familyThat ima roll wit, take control witHave a ball, break bread, and share the store witEven though Im thirsty for money in the worst wayI aint go cry if I dont go platinum on the first dayWatch me, get my hustle on with the friendly competitionYall got papers but I got the latest traditionA hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what I crackAnd if you aint got that, keep wishinAnd to you *****-ass niggas in the mazeComin at a player with --- waysKeep lickin on that other soundAnd stay north of the 105 hip hop heads, cause this is undergroundRight by the water, cant do right by ya daughterBut look at all the shit that I done bought herSee lyrics aint nothin if the beat aint crackinAnd these beats smackin, thats why the gs keep stackin, nigga(hook)(I dont wanna party wit you)Hell nawcause nigga yous a scufflaYour braids is dingy, your clothes aint got no creasesAnd your lips look like you sucked a muffler(I dont wanna party wit you)Hell nawcause ***** you didnt know me when you was fine as wine and thickNow you sick from smokin that shit, youre broke and plus youre boneyW-e-s-t, c-o-a-s-t, thats where the hydroponic with no seeds beSo dont trip when you see me on the tv, or my cdAnd my eyes are really r-e-dSee the --- is free (shh shh shh), pardon me for bein speakySwitchin on yall that wanna jeek meWhat makes you even try that way?Yeah I might be fly, but I dont fly that wayHmm, even on a gallon a sisco I could never go discoDude I aint from friscoAnd to these *****es, yall trippin, we aint layin wit yallJust because we say we wanna *****, we playin wit yallThis is entertainment, we tryna make us some changeWe aint impressed by what you got up under your hanes***** thats yo trap, and thats yo sapLet me spit the cap while she sit in yo lapHomie, dont you know meJealous-ass niggas wanna flow me (why)Just because yo woman wanna blow meOn the strength I give that hoe a tittie-toycause Im the only ugly nigga gettin away with bein pretty boy(hook)(I dont wanna party wit you)Hmm, hell nawNow this is how the sporty bounceWe stay away from you broke-ass niggasAlways beggin and aint got a dime on the 40 oz(I dont wanna party wit you)Hmm, hell nawcause hoe you toe-back, with that ol long ass rollAnd ya stockin smellin like avon and that horse want his fro back(I dont wanna party wit you)Hmm, hell nawAnd nigga I cant stand yaAnd I aint got nothin but some advice,A map, a bar of soap, some water and a towel to hand ya(I dont wanna party wit you)Hmm, hell nawNow ima be real wit itAll my *****in life I aint never wanted fameBut since the shit done came I gotta deal wit it(I dont wanna party wit you)Ya know, but ima do it like my homie sayCheck it, I dont give a ***** about fameId rather deal with the money, yall can have the nameIm outYeah
