Party Ova Here - Strata G

Hahaa (Yeah) Tony Starks, nigga I ain't going nowhere (Yeah) Ya'll feel me? We 'bout to finish this all though (Aha?!) Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, get it Yo, yo, yo Yo, the old lady said this shooter was five-six And she don't know, how gotta away with five of them bricks Across the street a group of men had held nine sticks Those is nchoppers, being sprayed, and all of them missed (Uhh) low Boon, got away with it He passed me four of them joints if I stay with 'em (Uhh) What the fuck ya'll think? I wasn't born with a slit between my legs with a hole that's pink? Nah! I'm a gangsta, besides getting paper I'm move my pawns fuck around and get rooked Besides that, any jux session deny me for any stones In your skin and you get cooked Hahaa, blood spillin' like lava, face on the hot concrete no agua Nasty killer with horror, you wasn't even the main entree house That for a starter (Party Over Here) I'm talking like it's about to get deadly We stay getting ready (Party Over Here) Staten Island, stay stylin', boy, turn off the lights like Teddy (Party Over Here) More paper, hoes that swallowing, scatter warm and later (Party Over Here) Don't you dare run nigga, just hand over the goods, or we'll take it Bottle after bottle, Remmy, Dark Goose, Moscato Through the club into gear, full throttle Players on one side, killers on the other Hoes in the middle, plus it's jam-packed, flooded Sweating through my silver life, I might suck it Mad hoes, got 'em on the string, like a puppet Party over here, lil' niggas stepped over my kicks Without sayin' "pardon over here" Two of my goons seen a falcon over there Came back with whatever that fuckboy had in his ear Neck, chest, wrists, he couldn't persevere Pat riley on his neck, gave up the jewels like, "Here!" Nickel-plated bulldogs, twelve inch rugers and long leathers To pluck any bird nigga feather Staten Island, we get ours regardless Don't forget, we do the pressin' Y'all just press charges (Party Over Here) I'm talking like it's about to get deadly We stay getting ready (Party Over Here) Staten Island, stay stylin', boy, turn off the lights like Teddy (Party Over Here) More paper, hoes that swallowing, scatter warm and later (Party Over Here) Don't you dare run nigga, just hand over the goods, or we'll take it