Party People (feat. JAY-Z & Twista)

Yeah, it's the...

Hurt, Timbaland, hurt

It's the... hurt

C'mon, c'mon

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yo, yo

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Turn me some...

Yo, yo, yeah

When the war's on, the fours is drawn like pigeons

Them niggas is all gone when these triggers get with you niggas

Before long, you need stitches in your long johns

AK (Duh-duh-duh-duh), heartbeat (Duh-duh-duh-duh)

They figured you fictitious, you niggas can't stop that

Jigga, Twista, my nigga Timb on a hot track

How you gon' stop that? You can't be slow

Niggas throwed, dog, look at your clothes

When I'm in crazy mode, .380 blows

Like Maseo, leave AC holes

That's just Jay-Z though, crazy flow

Rhyme great, dominate your radio

C'mon, get your gun on, your mask and gloves

I don't ask for love, I blast 'em up

Respect my gangsta, dude, or your life's in danger, dude

Got this pushing on your chest, tryna bring you through, ooh

All my party people gon' do what? (Get buck)

Get some liquor in the cut (So what's up?)

Get them lighters lit up, make 'em get up

For something the East and West gon' bump

All my party people gon' do what? (Get crunk)

Get some liquor in the cut (So what's up?)

Get them lighters lit up

Check out some gangsta shit that's beating in your trunk

Fucking with Mag, nigga end up in a hospital

Sitting on the corner of the bed, sick 'cause of what I said to him

On a track star beat, taking in the kitchen

Cooking MCs, all niggas taste like chicken

Hitting them high, right in the ear

Slicing on a motherfucker vampire style, I'm a bloodsucker

You're turning into a mad ducker, telling your dog

I'm at the record with a bad Puerto Rican chick

Fat as my cash and she a dick-sucker

Get up out your car, you ain't going real far

See the chainsaw, breaking the law like banging a dyke

When it come to that, man, Mag just like Mike

I don't care what you like, I make it raining out in space

If you go to court, man, only way you got a case

For real, don't fuck with faith, only heal the ice

Mag hot now, nigga, fifty G's the price

Timbaland good for that

I invented that

Hear the hi-hat, hear the bass line on the track

Remember one in a million when I left your back

Producers saying, "How you get your sound like that?"

I don't know, player, I'm a creative cat

Got party people dancing to this and that

Got party people saying, "This a dope-ass track"

All my party people gon' do what? (Get buck)

Get some liquor in the cut (So what's up?)

Get them lighters lit up, make 'em get up

For something the East and West gon' bump

All my party people gon' do what? (Get crunk)

Get some liquor in the cut (So what's up?)

Get them lighters lit up

Check out some gangsta shit that's beating in your trunk

Timberland hit 'em with the, "Mmm, uh, mmm, uh, mmm, uh"

You gon' do what? Stop frontin', you bumping the new cut

Like a shoot up, "Mmm, uh, mmm, uh," hit 'em in the gut

Twitching and itching to get up, I hit 'em up

With something skanless to vibe to and ride to

With the stanky inside you

Listen to while a nigga and you go on a bogus mission to

Something that you could work in a kitchen to

Something you bump on the porch of the park

A puzzle while you displaying your art when you flexin' the mark

You could play it to clear your head from drama with the feds

And all the homies locked down for one day in the dark

Used to rock up at the block club when players wasn't ridin' slick

You could let your mind cruise for miles

In K-Town, no sucker crews allowed

When it's dropping the mic, I'm thinking how can I move the crowd?

Move the crowd

All my party people gon' do what? (Get buck)

Get some liquor in the cut (So what's up?)

Get them lighters lit up, make 'em get up

For something the East and West gon' bump

All my party people gon' do what? (Get crunk)

Get some liquor in the cut (So what's up?)

Get them lighters lit up

Check out some gangsta shit that's beating in your trunk

All my party people gon' do what? (Get buck)

Get some liquor in the cut (So what's up?)

Get them lighters lit up, make 'em get up

For something the East and West gon' bump

All my party people gon' do what? (Get crunk)

Get some liquor in the cut (So what's up?)

Get them lighters lit up

Check out some gangsta shit that's beating in your trunk

Bounce with me, bounce with me

Shake with me, shake with me, shake with me, shake

Bounce with me, bounce with me

Shake with me, shake with me, ah

One time, bounce with me, bounce with me

Yo, uh

Remember when you first found me?

(I was working at Burger King)

Now take a good look around me

(Look at all these cars, look at all these girls)

Why you always tryna put down me?

(Why you always tryna put down me?)

You get by your friends who try to clown me

(Why you always tryna pull that bull-bull?)

I'm gettin' tired of all that bullshit

(Always talking this and that)

Your girls screaming, "We love him"

(See girls, they love me)

Girl, that's just only Tim

(Yes, it's only Tim)

What you talking 'bout, that's only Tim?

(Yeah, what you talking 'bout, that's only Tim?)

I made it this far (This far)

Even without your money (Your money)

Even without your car (Your car)

Even without your naggin' (What?)

Now look who's the star (Woo)

I made it this far (This far)

Even without your money (Your money)

Even without your car (Your car)

Even without your naggin'

Now look who's the star (Woo)

You know what I'm saying?

It gotta happen to people like me, I don't get it

I don't understand it

That's why people like myself only hang with self

Nobody else, easy now