| Guess who’s back up in the mix, with my big black shades, read my big black lips
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| The night is still young like a nine year old kid
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| Finna hit the Dale’s Liqour, and cop another fifth
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| Of Hennessy, for my personal pleasure
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| A took a sip, a little head dripped, so I wipe my lip
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| Luckily it didn’t spill on my tee, I’m well-known for that
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| But the bitches still holla
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| 'Till they go hoarse like Kentucky Derby
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| The power in the Porsche, all I need is to kick back
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| So I can just chill like a six-pack, of coors, of course
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| As soon as I walk up in the door I’m yelling out
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| Somebody spike my Sprite
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| So I can feel larger then life
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| I call this House Party 5
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| What’s popping for the night
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| What’s popping for the night, What’s popping for the night
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| What’s popping for the night, What’s popping for the night
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| I call this House Party 5
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| Yo my party don’t stopping up I hit 'em up
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| I said wuddup, I said wuddup, he said (not much you)
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| You know what I’m 'bout, what’s going down for the night
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| (Party at Ashback house), I said what
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| He said (yup), shit y’all be fucked up
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| Stepping out, like an accident, roof level
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| Outta elevator in a skyscraper in the clouds
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| I hung up, ran to the bathroom to clean my Air One’s up
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| I would rock the Timb boots but they all scuffed up
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| I looked in the mirror, seen my swag was up
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| Don’t play swag out, so I had to adjust
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| Fast forward, I seen so many cars pulling up
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| Hoes pulling down they skirts, niggas with
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| «We can’t lose» on they shirts, you would assume they take it to the dirt
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| Some of my niggas real killers, put you down to Earth
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| And they down to Earth, and we Chris Rock
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| The party like it don’t stopping up
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| And the party don’t stopping up
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| It don’t stopping up, don’t stopping up
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| Don’t stopping up, don’t stopping up
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| Yeah, and the party don’t stopping up
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| It don’t stopping up, it don’t stopping up
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| Now put your hands up in the air
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| If you tryna put it in the air
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| Got bitches shaking ass to the left of me
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| Got homies 2 stepping to the right of me
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| We got Hennessy, got Nuvo to spare
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| If you trying to go, we can take you there
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| Got bitches shaking ass to the left of me
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| Got the homies 2 stepping to the right of me
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| Yeah, another round on me
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| Look at this women move her booty around on me
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| It’s 2:15 in the morning but we up
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| Finna hit the Denny’s, tell 'em hook a scrambled up
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| Pissy drunk if you didn’t know my nigga, no my nigga
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| Higher then a spirits, of the un-living
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| In the mist of everybody fucking up the homies house
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| Think B.I.'s party and bullshit, a fight broke out
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| And the party don’t stopping up
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| It don’t stopping up, don’t stopping up
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| Don’t stopping up, don’t stopping up
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| Yeah, And the party don’t stopping up
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| It don’t stopping up, it don’t stopping up |