Party Over Here - Quad City DJ's

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

Yo, ever since Jimmy Crack Con Rockin' on ever since the day I was born Yes we get busy whenever we have to perform Shaking your tooshie making your pussy get warm Ha ha ha until all you niggas is gone I be hittin' until the morning got you callin' my storm Bounce my niggas, bounce my bitches (Bounce baby!) With the shit that do really have all you niggas going crazy Suffer from headrushes while niggas be smoking dutches Bitches be gettin' all in and they rippin' they pants crutches Wiggle they belly buttons Ay, wait a minute I wanna get all in it Long as my shorty with it You know I'm comin' to get it Doin' it to you makin' you really wonder who said it Swelling your melon while you yellin' Now check out the credit Giving it to you makin' you gimme back more (Coming through too!) Yes and we be kickin' down your door Keepin' it raw my nigga Chorus: All my bitches right in the front sayin' "Aahh" All my bitches way in the rear sayin' "Aahh" Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) All my niggas right in the front sayin' "Ho!" All my niggas right in the rear sayin' "Ho!" The party is goin' on over here (Say what?) Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) All my people up in the place sayin' "Ho!" Let me just hear you some more Tell me what you lookin' for Told all of y'all already I ain't gonna tell you no more Hittin' you off makin' you niggas blast off! With some shit that'll be tearing your ass off Keppin' it comin', keepin' it movin', keepin' you wylin' We gettin' this paper let's keep the cheddar stacking and piling And now we happy and smiling cause now we living good Doin' it is how we be movin' it in the hood Wishing you could fuck around with me and my niggas How we double and wyle And double our bitches double our figures Turnin' you out Run from my niggas (No doubt!) Keepin' it blazing make all my bitches all shout Then I hit with the new make you take off your see-through While you peekin' around the corner baby I see you! Tell me what you gon' do I'm sayin' now I'm gon' have you wylin' until your ass drop Hit me off, yes now let me take it to the top We never stop my nigga Chorus: All my bitches up in the front sayin' "Aahh" All my bitches up in the rear sayin' "Aahh" Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) All my niggas up in the front sayin' "Ho!" All my niggas up in the rear sayin' "Ho!" The party is goin' on over here (Say what?) Party is goin' on over here (Say what?) All my people up in the place sayin' "Ho!"

Girl this summer, you'll be looking for (yeah) You'll be looking for me while I'm riding in That brand-new whip you wanted (ooh, yeah yeah) All I ever asked for was patience (that's all I ever asked, and you know it) Patience and pussy but mostly patience (yeah, yeah 'cause you gon' use it anyway) Swear I used to keep you faded Now you're waiting for something better But girl what's better than this? (Ooh) We were supposed to do big things (do big things) Now you're waiting for something better But girl, what's better than this? Popping champagne over here Girl it ain't a thang over here Throwing money fast over here Blowing all this cash over here (yeah) Popping champagne over here (oh yeah) Girl it ain't a thang over here (oh yeah) Throwing money fast over here (Oh yeah) Blowing all this cash over here (oh yeah) On this side Me and my niggas bucking head first You supposed to be there when my head hurt Used to be going out hardly, now we wanna party Celebration on me, well, what's up? Pay homage, I roll through the city like young Sheikh Mohammed It can't be that hard to find us Go to Jungle, pick up my Ethiopian goddess That's when words spread, a Bugatti is in the projects The boy home, used to take the bus to the block Now summertime whips come through and bust up the block I remember seeing Nikk's having to bust up a block And sell the work right to hush, y'all niggas must have forgot But I was there Nas don shit, a couple things sit on my conscience With that said, look at all we accomplished Yeah, sure this ain't Compton, but this ain't a fairytale land neither We all lost mad people, the city wild They gave the task to a purposeful child S start to get a little more personal now But that's 'cause everybody else sound is so played out though Oliver North in the cut Dolce'd out though A thousand dollar bottle, it get poured straight out though I'm screaming OVO on the whole way out though I'm back boy for real, I'm that boy for real I got hits nigga, you just a batboy for real Backwoods get peeled, I smoke away all the tears Nothing was the same man, including y'all careers The new Cash Money, the new Roc-A-Fella Bunch of young rich niggas, turn around if you jealous Popping champagne over here Girl it ain't a thang over here Throwing money fast over here Blowing all this cash over here Popping champagne over here (one time) Girl it ain't a thang over here (two time) Throwing money fast over here Blowing all this cash over here On this side

//Hay gran voz! de júbilo y de salvación, entre los justos del Señor// Nadie sabe a tiempo de gosares, Nadie sabe del Señor Nadie sabe a tiempo de gosares, //su mano reina en alto// //Hay gran voz! de júbilo y de salvación, entre los justos del Señor// Nadie sabe a tiempo de gosares, Nadie sabe del Señor Nadie sabe a tiempo de gosares, Su mano reina en alto