Mase - If You Wanna Party Lyrics
[intro]What the *****?99, get your name back nigga(get your name back nigga)Double up mother*****er (99)Double up mother*****erDont believe it, double up, uhYea yea yea yea what what what what uh uhYo who got the right to flip, twice the whipsTime to get paid, get twice the chipsSee law aint no good unless two dice hitHate me even if I didnt ice my shit***** niggas, make that money and lots of itSold four million and somebody got to love itThey want mase for video, aint in the budgetI cant take a piss without a ***** tryin to rub itHow could you know like thisWhen its because of me a nigga know what nice isI was 60 I have flow-itisI like my weed green and my hoes dyke-ishYou know you like thisYoung kidll live by goldie advicesPimp hoes that come across so righteous***** though, promote on the rolley icesYo, thats why my jewelery looks snow white-ishCome on1 - if you wanna party come and shake your bodyIf you wanna party put em in the airOver there, over thereIf you wanna party come and shake your bodyIf you wanna party put em in the airOver there, over thereYo Im tryin to live my life the largest, vipers in garagesnuff money to go court and fight the chargesEverybody stare at myse the hardestThats why Im in them all night menagesBesides b.i.g., the criticly acclaimedI vow, they never bring the city to shameI pulled up the prettiest things, the prettiest rangeThe prettiest cars, and the prettiest starsBy far the prettiest missesI pull up in the prettiest sixesSo by the time you get the six *****, I have the sevenBy the time you get the seven, I switch to the eightWhen it time I get this cake, a ***** could waitThey know I could sell five so they ship me eightCome onRepeat 1 while:All out, mother*****erTo the death, mother*****erBad boy foreverBad boy foreverAll out, mother*****er (uh uh)H world, mother*****er (uh uh)To the death, mother*****er (uh yo)Yo why imma envy the lives or envy the guysWho be frontin in the six thats really a fiveYou could see I still got it by the look in my eyesImma blue collar criminal, crook in disguiseIt dont matter if it rain, I got a pool insideAnd a stretch range so at least 20 could rideAnd I could tell fake platinum from a mile awayWhen I rap, yo 150 thou get paidSo until then nigga, I style awayFour point six swit to the cal awayIm gettin honey, I aint with the beefin going onI look at niggas cars, alot a leasin goin onMy heat get raised up, streets gets blazed upUntil a nigga find my dough and pays upI lays up *****, till my days upDoggy style, so ***** dont ***** my ways upCome onRepeat 1
