Songtext This is my party explicit dirty Fabolous

This is my party explicit dirty

Intro: fabolous)
Hey-hey-hey-yo (3x)
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x)
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x)

(verse: fabolous)
Aint no tellin what this hpno'll do to me
I'm feelin like I can do what I want know, diplo immunity
(shorty!) just shake your hips slow and move with me
Take a hit of this and sip slow and fluently
You sneakin out on ya man, tip-toe in to the V
Cause I know you got him whipped though like merangue
Lets put on a live strip show just you and me
But girl, i'm lookin at them lips though like who is she?
They aint never seen the whip, clothe, or jewelry
So when I ask you you wanna leave this zip code they "true indeed"
"but this is my party, so ride if you want to
Ya'll could stay home but why would u want to?
We gon' party til we laid in graves
Sweat out our doobie braids and waves, and scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
That groupie made her way
Cause when she seen the whips and chains
She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon

(chorus 2: fabolous (2X)
This is my party
So get fly if you want to
Get high if you want to cause I know you want to
Put your hands up as high as you want to
And if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey yo"

(verse: fabolous)
I don't know about y'all
But we doin' it over here
All the glasses got liquid that brewin' 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 the Rover's rear
We havin' a good time, don't ruin it overs stares
You see why we asks-s to see ID
Cause girls'll do anything for some VIP access
Me I relaxes (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 "no" but your eyes say "you want to"
Hard to picture that papi snooks, pigeons and chop up crooks
I ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look
Would you believe most these bitches would bop us shooked
Their asses pokin' out like them pictures in pop up books

(chorus 2)

(verse fabolous)
Oh yea! it'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 six SL's
All them chicks'll yell "hey-hey-hey-hey yo"
Shake your glass 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 of the same dro' from yesterday
Had hang-overs yesterday
You ain't mistaken we in Benz's today
But we had them Range Rovers yesterday

(chorus 2)

(ourtro: fabolous (to fade)
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