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    "This Is My Party" Lyrics


    Hey-hey-hey yo
    Hey-hey-hey yo
    Hey-hey-hey yo
    Hey-hey-hey yo
    Hey-hey-hey yo
    Hey-hey-hey yo
    Hey-hey-hey yo

    [Verse 1]

    Ain't no tellin' what this hip lowered do to me
    I'm feelin' like I can do what I want now
    Dip-low immunity
    Shorty! just shake your hips slow and move wit me
    Take a hit of this and sip slow and thoroughly
    You're sneakin' out on your man, tip-toein' to the V
    Cause I know you got him whipped though like wannabe
    Let's put on a live strip show just you and me
    But girl, I'm lookin' at them lips though like who is he?
    They ain't never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry
    So when I ask you wanna leave the zip-code?
    Say sure and be me

    But this is my party
    Stroll by if you want to
    Or y'all can stay home
    But why would you want to?

    We gon' party, till we laid in graves
    Sweat out our doobie braids and waves
    Then scream hey-hey-hey yo
    That groupie made her wait
    Cuz when she seen the whips and chains
    She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon

    [Hook] 2x
    This is my party
    So fly if you like to
    Get high if you like to cuz I know you like to
    Put your hands up as high as you like to
    And it feels good scream hey-hey-hey yo

    [Verse 2]
    I don't know about y'all
    But we doin' it over here
    All the glasses got liquid that's blue in it over here

    Cigars got somethin' sticky that's glueing it over here
    Ladies movin' it over there, movin' it over here
    I can fit a few in a Rover's rear
    We havin' a good time, don't ruin it overs this
    You see why we asks is to see ID
    Cuz girls will do anything for some VIP access
    Me I relax this (easy)
    Cause I'm used to ballin'
    You could tell that these guys need practice
    But if it was a problem then I would confront you
    You saying over bet ya eyes say you want to
    But a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put
    I ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look
    Would you believe most these bitches go bop up shook
    Their asses pokin' out like them pictures in pop up books


    [Verse 3]
    Oh yea, we's off the Richter Scale
    Hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell
    If the ladies would show it off and thick as hell
    For my hustlers knockin' off them bricks as well
    And everybody, up north that's sick in jail
    I probably feel y'all, send you all of the flicks in mail
    The Street Family speed off in six SL's
    To all them chicks at Yale hey-hey-hey-hey yo
    Shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well
    Shake your ass back and forth as quick as hell
    And just from lookin' at them thighs from the front view
    Girl I know that these guys say they want you
    I wake up in the same clothes from yesterday
    Same hoes from yesterday
    Lightin' clips to the same dro' from yesterday
    Her hang-overs yesterday
    You ain't mistaken' we in Benz's today
    But we had them Range Rovers yesterday (now say it)


    Hey-hey-hey yo...
    Hey-hey-hey yo...
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by John R Gluck, Wally Gold, S. Gottlieb, Taiwan Green, John Jackson, John David Jackson, Herb Wiener.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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