Letra I don't wanna party wit u Dj Quik

I don't wanna party wit u

Get back before I get raised, get lower
Do some extreme shit, keep from bein bored
Now its double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen
They get hot and get fucked and dont remember from buzzin
Thats why you dont see me, I aint at the club
Im chillin with my homies in the city of hugs
Because they need me more than that hoe (that hoe), the big fat hoe
Tryna get every ballin nigga in the saddle
Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man
Now a days you cant tell, watch the crotch, it might swell
You needs a pap smear
You need to know if you got an std,
Some little critters in ya trap dear
Get on, me and my homies is indivisible
And dont floss money, it looks better when its invisible
We get props from wall street to yall street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-p-t style, o-g me style, the d-j q-u-i-k with no c style
In yo town, dont trip nigga, it goes down
And when you see me in all blue, you gon frown
But Im rigid the ghetto, Im rigid with rap
Money or respect bitch, Id rather have the digits than dat
So give me the hats, do you want the meat or the scraps?
Put heat on my naps and ima hell look sweet on my lap
cause its the same thang tryna kill the gang bang
Set examples for the kids, on how to maintain
Never be a lame brain
Yall aint gotta feel the same pain
That put a nigga like me on the mainframe
Bow down, back up nigga, Im hot now
And dont try to resuscitate me when Im shot down
Just call my homie theo on the radio
And let him know his little homie quiksta had to go
Because gangsta, gangsta, thats what they yellin
But niggas do dirt, get caught, and start tellin
Talkin to you gs with no heart
We was throwin and runnin from bullets
Before gangsta rappin was an art
Nigga (nigga), so dont test ya bullet-proof vest
cause real niggas do real thangs up under stress
Thats from the c-p-t, young g with heart, too
Oh we still party, but now its part ii
And

(hook)
(I dont wanna party wit you)
Hell naw
cause bitch you scary
You 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos,
Youre bald but your legs are hairy
(I dont wanna party wit you)
Hmm, hell naw
You need to put some lotion on
cause ya skin is peelin around them bullet wounds on ya back
Youre fat plus youre abortion-prone

Id rather be a young exec, than the puppet on the other end
Danglin by a neuce on his neck
They cant handle me, cause Im where the --- be
And underground nigga on erickston, now there is the family
That ima roll wit, take control wit
Have a ball, break bread, and share the store wit
Even though Im thirsty for money in the worst way
I aint go cry if I dont go platinum on the first day
Watch me, get my hustle on with the friendly competition
Yall got papers but I got the latest tradition
A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what I crack
And if you aint got that, keep wishin
And to you bitch-ass niggas in the maze
Comin at a player with --- ways
Keep lickin on that other sound
And stay north of the 105 hip hop heads, cause this is underground
Right by the water, cant do right by ya daughter
But look at all the shit that I done bought her
See aint nothin if the beat aint crackin
And these beats smackin, thats why the gs keep stackin, nigga

(hook)
(I dont wanna party wit you)
Hell naw
cause nigga yous a scuffla
Your braids is dingy, your clothes aint got no creases
And your lips look like you sucked a muffler
(I dont wanna party wit you)
Hell naw
cause bitch you didnt know me when you was fine as wine and thick
Now you sick from smokin that shit, youre broke and plus youre boney

W-e-s-t, c-o-a-s-t, thats where the hydroponic with no seeds be
So dont trip when you see me on the tv, or my cd
And my eyes are really r-e-d
See the --- is free (shh shh shh), pardon me for bein speaky
Switchin on yall that wanna jeek me
What makes you even try that way?
Yeah I might be fly, but I dont fly that way
Hmm, even on a gallon a sisco I could never go disco
Dude I aint from frisco
And to these bitches, yall trippin, we aint layin wit yall
Just because we say we wanna fuck, we playin wit yall
This is entertainment, we tryna make us some change
We aint impressed by what you got up under your hanes
Bitch thats yo trap, and thats yo sap
Let me spit the cap while she sit in yo lap
Homie, dont you know me
Jealous-ass niggas wanna flow me (why)
Just because yo woman wanna blow me
On the strength I give that hoe a tittie-toy
cause Im the only ugly nigga gettin away with bein pretty boy

(hook)
(I dont wanna party wit you)
Hmm, hell naw
Now this is how the sporty bounce
We stay away from you broke-ass niggas
Always beggin and aint got a dime on the 40 oz
(I dont wanna party wit you)
Hmm, hell naw
cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol long ass roll
And ya stockin smellin like avon and that horse want his fro back
(I dont wanna party wit you)
Hmm, hell naw
And nigga I cant stand ya
And I aint got nothin but some advice,
A map, a bar of soap, some water and a towel to hand ya
(I dont wanna party wit you)
Hmm, hell naw
Now ima be real wit it
All my fuckin life I aint never wanted fame
But since the shit done came I gotta deal wit it
(I dont wanna party wit you)
Ya know, but ima do it like my homie say
Check it, I dont give a fuck about fame
Id rather deal with the money, yall can have the name
Im out
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