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Yo yo its ya boy G-Pfeif reppin the 301 and 410, also the 202... I got all my solo tracks here, along with any battles/disses I do on Lyricalassault.co.uk
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #313
Peak in subgenre #160
Author
G-Pfeif
Rights
2007
Uploaded
July 08, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:16
Lyrics
Verse 1
yea its ya boy G-Pfeif, had to hit ya wit a party track
bout to get serious, pimpin, like a heart attack
came to get twisted, so we pourin out the cog-niac
this a hennesy joint, you can put that bacardi back
cuz this where the party at, so tell me what ya came ta do
the drinks keep pourin, and the speakers keep on bangin too
we lookin for some dimes, if ya know some, brang a few
this chick looks bad, baby lemme spit some game ta you
come here lil mama, lemme whisper in ya ear
tell ya a lil somethin that you might like ta hear
I aint a ying-yang twin... but I stay fly
wait till ya see my Oh, you gonna say I-Yi-Yi
I aint tryna be yo guy, im just just tryna kick it
dont need to get to kno ya... cuz im just tryna hit it,
and i know that you wit it... you aint a whore fa livin
so lets go somewhere and make some poor decisions
Hook
Got, Bank, fine, chicks, Dranks, smoke, get, right,
We, Work, all, day, wile, out, all, night.
I, came, a, lone, but, soon, you'll, see
I'll, have, yo, chick, leav-in, with, me.
Verse 2
get yo ass off the wall, lemme see you on the floor
if you aint here to party then ill see you to the door
It dont stop till 3 or 4, its gonna be a late night
Alize hyped, stayin right, shorties lookin way tight
whether you in the club listnin to the DJ blaze hits
or a house party bangin itunes playlists
its the same sh** , the VIP or Basement
we just tryna wyle out, & get high like some space ships
live life... dont waste it, they say you only live once
in that case pour me a drink and roll a thick blunt
Im gettin crunk like Lil jon, screwed up like Paul Wall
Goin dumb like E-40, sh** Im doin it all
till i move & I fall, sit me down wit a drink in my hand
catch my 2nd wind, & Im drinkin again
grab a bottle, take a few shots... voices soundin screwed and chopped
Screw the cops, the party keeps goin till the music stops
Hook
Got, Bank, fine, chicks, Dranks, smoke, get, right,
We, Work, all, day, wile, out, all, night.
I, came, a, lone, but, soon, you'll, see
I'll, have, yo, chick, leav-in, with, me.
Verse 3
its gettin real late, so you know what im tryna do
walk through the room, knowin i can catch an eye or too
make ya chick say bye to you, and follow me out
where we goin? dont matter, but its probably south
start talkin to shorty, yo baby what it is,
what do ya say me and you go half ona kid
oh did i say that, yea ya did... im just kiddin... laugh
ya know my heads neva seen without a fresh fitted hat
so whats it gonna be, we wont remember this no way
and all them shots we had already took care of the four play
them other guys tryna holla.. but they cant be me tho
so lets me and you get Lost... like that TV show
We leavin with Fans yellin, & Im used to that
but now they voices sound Screwed like a houston track
So as i pass by the crowds, all im doin is laughin
cuz in the mornin i aint gonna have a clue of what happened
Hook
Got, Bank, fine, chicks, Dranks, smoke, get, right,
We, Work, all, day, wile, out, all, night.
I, came, a, lone, but, soon, you'll, see
I'll, have, yo, chick, leav-in, with, me.
