Dj Quik - Pitch In Ona Party | Текст песни

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Hu hu
Momma I know you said you wanted
A record that you could listen to
With no cussing and ****.i

Tried but I still gotta do this.
Jinga jinga we got the linga with
So much heat its hard for us to
Pick the first singer.it don't

Matter 'cause I'm undergroud anyways
Rich, bald,***** called and fly
Anyways. you dirty *****z why'all
Too wack to dance.yall need to

Ease off that dance before why'all
Split why'all's pant.leave it up
To my young *****z,young fly
*****z getting down, do or die

*****z,don't try *****z.i change
My mind I don't want your *****.
Because sorry *** women just don't get
Rich. you can keep her.i rather

Have a fifi bag 'cause its cheaper.
You can't come up for air know I
Gets deaper.and my hold is so
Cold its a sleaper so pass the

Reafer. and to y'all false balling
*****z grab y'all's crotches.but
If you paid *****z just pat why'all pockets.
And for sure (yeah)you got your

I got's mine and were balling
(that's right) so call up everybody.
(what are we doing)lets pitch in on
A party. For sure you got I gots mine

And were balling(like a mutha****er)
So call up everybody.
Lets pitch in on a party.
Some body bring the potato

Salad and lets take a ballid.
And who gonna invite the hoes
That make the party valid?
'Cause we don't need a whole crib

Full of dude's again.and then
Here come the police with them
Big black big boots again(damn.
Kicking *****z out,hand cuffing

And stuffing jacking and kicking
In there mouth.and trying to start
*****en 'cause somebody rolled up bud
In a blunt and won't pass the ****.

Who keep turning the lights off?
And why the music keep skippin'
And why these dirty kacki *****z
Keep trippin' I don't know I'm quick

But I'm still delighted.500 dollars
Worth of white star about to hide
'Cause you ain't drinking my up better
Drink that e&j,paul mason,and the rest

Of that wine up.
You party haters need to stop it.
I think we really about to pat why'all pockets

[Chorus]
Hey baby my girlfriend left me
Today so witch one of you old raggedy
*** *****es want to come up in
Here and play?that's what my homie
Told her trying to cop the cancoon
Then I caught him hunching in my
Downstairs bathroom,and in the
Kitchen,and up in the dacefloor,
By the big screen t.v, where your
Pants go? man you *****z I swear
I try to throw why'all a raggedy ***
Party but why'all don't even care.ciggarets
Burn I'm my plush, empty beer bottles in
The bush.and my ***** acting like a lush.
Boy what else could go wrong someone to
Kick the extension cord out of the
(ooh why'all gotta some of the clumsiest muthafu)
To the sounds. know its on. why'all
Done ****ed up,get out,get on,
Speed up,*****,get up,take your
Weed home,yeah *****, the drunk
***** said it.your pockets
That's where I'm headed.
Chorus
Till it fades

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