Charles Hamilton - I Hate Parties lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - I Hate Parties lyrics]
You ever find yourself at a
Club and you're bouncing like
Double time to a beat like this? I don't
I hate parties, I ain't even gonna front
But the DJ threw the song
So I see this what you want
Get to leaning in the front
Get to bouncing in the back
Show my face for a minute
Then I'm bouncing through the back
Cause, I'm out, i'm in the lab making
Another song with substance
But since I'm here I might as
Well just do this dumb shit
So where my ladies at? The smoking section
If you get high enough you
Could hold my erection
Cause, I'm fly, sky high
I'm a lady killer call me Mr brightside
Cause, I shine when I black, night sky
A prick on my records
But I'm a really nice guy
Why this nigga wanna front? What
The hell this nigga want
From me and his bitch? I
Will get this nigga jumped i'm from Harlem
But the South got the bounce right now
So I'mma spit like I got a
Grill in my mouth right now
That's what you wanna hear
That's what you gonna hear
If you don't like it why the
Hell would you come in here?
That's what you wanna hear
That's what you gonna hear
If you don't like it
Why the hell would you come in here?
Sick of chillin'
Now it's time to get out of character
Sick of chillin'
Now it's time to get out of character
Sick of chillin'
Now it's time to get out of character
Sick of chillin'
Now it's time to get out of character
Chicken wings, candy paint
The color of my drank is
The color of the paint
Don't say you ballin' little homie
When you know you ain't your Rolly fake
That ain't a Jacob that's a jake
Got a can of Budweiser don't tell
Me that I can't drank
You must not know my name
Charles Hamilton yeah I'm still strange
I got money, why the fuck I need a chain?
What's your name? Where you from?
I wanna cum, so girl give me some brain
She said "I wanna come
Can I bring my friend Loraine?"
I said "Okay
Just put your face between her legs"
She got taste, I got class
I take them to school
Put your ass in her face
So I can catch you talking shit on tape
I'm not a loser, I just like to be chased
Maybe I can get a little bit intelligent
Say some shit the kids will
Dig because it's relevant
Or maybe that'll blow your high too much
But, I don't give a fuck cause I'm screwed up
I'm screwed up
Maybe if I rhyme "booty", with "cutie"
And "do me"
I can get a hit record on my iTunes and stuff
But, I can't help the fact
That my mind screwed up my mind screwed up
Say the same shit 50 million times
(It's a hit)
Club and you're bouncing like
Double time to a beat like this? I don't
I hate parties, I ain't even gonna front
But the DJ threw the song
So I see this what you want
Get to leaning in the front
Get to bouncing in the back
Show my face for a minute
Then I'm bouncing through the back
Cause, I'm out, i'm in the lab making
Another song with substance
But since I'm here I might as
Well just do this dumb shit
So where my ladies at? The smoking section
If you get high enough you
Could hold my erection
Cause, I'm fly, sky high
I'm a lady killer call me Mr brightside
Cause, I shine when I black, night sky
A prick on my records
But I'm a really nice guy
Why this nigga wanna front? What
The hell this nigga want
From me and his bitch? I
Will get this nigga jumped i'm from Harlem
But the South got the bounce right now
So I'mma spit like I got a
Grill in my mouth right now
That's what you wanna hear
That's what you gonna hear
If you don't like it why the
Hell would you come in here?
That's what you wanna hear
That's what you gonna hear
If you don't like it
Why the hell would you come in here?
Sick of chillin'
Now it's time to get out of character
Sick of chillin'
Now it's time to get out of character
Sick of chillin'
Now it's time to get out of character
Sick of chillin'
Now it's time to get out of character
Chicken wings, candy paint
The color of my drank is
The color of the paint
Don't say you ballin' little homie
When you know you ain't your Rolly fake
That ain't a Jacob that's a jake
Got a can of Budweiser don't tell
Me that I can't drank
You must not know my name
Charles Hamilton yeah I'm still strange
I got money, why the fuck I need a chain?
What's your name? Where you from?
I wanna cum, so girl give me some brain
She said "I wanna come
Can I bring my friend Loraine?"
I said "Okay
Just put your face between her legs"
She got taste, I got class
I take them to school
Put your ass in her face
So I can catch you talking shit on tape
I'm not a loser, I just like to be chased
Maybe I can get a little bit intelligent
Say some shit the kids will
Dig because it's relevant
Or maybe that'll blow your high too much
But, I don't give a fuck cause I'm screwed up
I'm screwed up
Maybe if I rhyme "booty", with "cutie"
And "do me"
I can get a hit record on my iTunes and stuff
But, I can't help the fact
That my mind screwed up my mind screwed up
Say the same shit 50 million times
(It's a hit)