And when you see me in all blue, you gon' frown
Ya know, but I'ma do it like my homie say
Never be a lame brain
I don't wanna party wit you hell naw
I don't wanna party wit you hell naw
I don't wanna party wit you
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
I don't wanna party wit you, hell naw
Bow down, back up nigga, I'm hot now
And these beats smackin', that's why the G's keep stackin', nigga
Now it's double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen
I don't wanna party wit you, hell naw
But since the shit done came I gotta deal wit it
That's from the C-P-T, young G with heart, too
That's why you don't see me, I ain't at the club
All my fuckin' life I ain't never wanted fame
And underground nigga on Erickston, now there is the family
And nigga I can't stand ya
I'd rather be a young exec, than the puppet on the other end
Nigga so don't test ya bullet-proof vest
Your braids is dingy, your clothes ain't got no creases
Check it, I don't give a fuck about fame
And ya stockin' smellin' like Avon
Y'all got papers but I got the latest tradition
We ain't impressed by what you got up under your Hanes
'Cause bitch you didn't know me
This is entertainment, we tryna' make us some change
Even though I'm thirsty for money in the worst way
Set examples for the kids, on how to maintain
Just because we say we wanna fuck, we playin' wit y'all
And don't floss money, it looks better when it's invisible
That I'ma roll wit, take control wit
And to these bitches, y'all trippin', we ain't layin' wit y'all
'Cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol' long ass roll
They can't handle me, 'cause I'm where the [Incomprehensible] be
And my eyes are really R-E-D
And if you ain't got that, keep wishin'
What makes you even try that way?
Have a ball, break bread, and share the store wit
Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man
Y'all ain't gotta feel the same pain
See the [Incomprehensible] is free, pardon me for bein' speaky
Now a days you can't tell, watch the crotch, it might swell
On the strength I give that hoe a tittie-toy
But look at all the shit that I done bought her
And to you bitch-ass niggas in the maze
Because 'Gangsta, Gangsta', that's what they yellin'
Always beggin' and ain't got a dime on the 40 oz
W-E-S-T, C-O-A-S-T, that's where the hydroponic with no seeds be
Because they need me more than that hoe
That put a nigga like me on the mainframe
'Cause nigga you's a scuffla
In yo' town, don't trip nigga, it goes down
You're bald but your legs are hairy
Oh we still party, but now it's part two
See lyrics ain't nothin' if the beat ain't crackin'
And your lips look like you sucked a muffler
Bitch that's yo' trap, and that's yo' sap
I ain't go cry if I don't go platinum on the first day
And I ain't got nothin' but some advice,
You're fat plus you're abortion-prone
I don't wanna party wit you hell naw
A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what I crack
Money or respect bitch, I'd rather have the digits than DAT
Watch me, get my hustle on with the friendly competition
I'd rather deal with the money, y'all can have the name
And don't try to resuscitate me when I'm shot down
Now I'ma be real wit it
When you was fine as wine and thick
Get on, me and my homies is indivisible
But I'm rigid the ghetto, I'm rigid with rap
Yeah I might be fly, but I don't fly that way
So don't trip when you see me on the TV, or my CD
And stay north of the 105 Hip Hop heads, 'cause this is underground
A map, a bar of soap, some water and a towel to hand ya
And I don't wanna party wit you, hell naw
The big fat hoe tryna' get every ballin' nigga in the saddle
But niggas do dirt, get caught, and start tellin'
Put heat on my naps and I'ma hell look sweet on my lap
'Cause ya skin is peelin' around them bullet wounds on ya back
You 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos
'Cause real niggas do real thangs up under stress
'Cause I'm the only ugly nigga gettin' away with bein' pretty boy
So give me the hats, do you want the meat or the scraps?
Some little critters in ya trap dear
Just call my homie Theo on the radio
'Cause it's the same thang tryna' kill the gang bang
You needs a pap smear, you need to know if you got an STD
Just because yo' woman wanna blow me
Comin' at a player with [Incomprehensible] ways
I'm chillin' with my homies in the city of hugs
I don't wanna party wit you, hell naw
Homie, don't you know me
Before gangsta rappin' was an art
Right by the water, can't do right by ya daughter
You're broke and plus you're boney
'Cause bitch you scary
Dude I ain't from Frisco
Talkin' to you G's with no heart
And that horse want his 'fro back
Danglin' by a neuce on his neck
We stay away from you broke-ass niggas
Keep lickin' on that other sound
Now this is how the sporty bounce
They get hot and get fucked and don't remember from buzzin'
You need to put some lotion on
I don't wanna party wit you, hell naw
And let him know his little homie Quiksta had to go
Now you sick from smokin' that shit
We was throwin' and runnin' from bullets
Switchin' on y'all that wanna jeek me
Jealous-ass niggas wanna flow me
Let me spit the cap while she sit in yo' lap
Hmm, even on a gallon a Sisco I could never go disco
We get props from Wall Street to y'all street
C-P-T style, O-G me style, the D-J Q-U-I-K with no C style
