DJ Quik - I Don't Wanna Party Wit U lyrics

Well, shit, check it out
I done found out that's there
A fine line between brilliant (uh huh)
And bein plum loco (oh fo' sho', hell yeah)

Get back, get forward, get raised
Get lowered
Do some extreme shit, keep from bein bored
Now it's double up
Hoes come a nickel a dozen
They get hot and get fucked
And don't remember from buzzin
That's why you don't see me
I ain't at the club
I'm chillin with my homies in the city of Hub
Because they needin more than that hoe
(than that hoe) the big fat hoe
Tryin to get every ballin nigga in the saddle
(yee ha)
Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man
Nowadays you can't tell, watch the crotch
It may swell
You needs a pap smear you need to know
If you got an STD
Some little critters in your trap dear
Get on, me and my homies is indivisible
And don't floss money
Looks better when it's invisible (yes)
We get props from Wall Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant
We got heat c-P T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-IK with no C style
In yo' town, don't trip nigga, it goes down
And when you see me in all blue
You gon' frown
But I'm bridgin the gap, I'm rigid with rap
Money or respect bitch
I'd rather have the digit's than daps
(tell 'em) so give me the haps
Do you want the meat or the scraps? (c'mon)
Put heat on my naps
And now my hair look sweet on my lap
(always) cause it's the same thang tryin
To kill the gang bang
Set examples for the kids, on how to maintain
Never be a lame brain y'all ain't
Gotta feel the same pain
That put a nigga like me on the mainframe
Bow down, back up nigga, I'm hot now
And don't try to resuscitate me
When I'm shot down
Just call my homie Theo on the radio
And let him know his little
Homie Quiksta had to go
Because "Gangsta, Gangsta
" that's what they yellin
But niggaz do dirt, get caught
And start tellin (shut up)
Talkin to you G's with no heart
We was throwin and runnin from bullets
Before gangsta rappin was an art
Nigga (nigga) , so don't test ya bullet-proof vest (nah)
Cause real niggaz do real
Thangs up under stress
That's from the C-P T, young G with heart
Too oh we still party, but now it's part I I
And

I don't wanna party wit you hell naw
Cause bitch you scary
You 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos
You're bald, but your legs are hairy
I don't wanna party wit you hmm, hell naw
You need to put some lotion on
Cause your skin is peelin around
Them bullet wounds on your back
You're fat, plus you're abortion-prone

I'd rather be a young exec
Than the puppet on the other end
Danglin by a noose on his neck
They can't handle me
Cause I'm where the scandal be
An underground nigga on Arista
Now there is the family
That I'ma roll wit, take control wit
Have a ball, break bread
And share the store wit
Even though I'm thirsty for money
In the worst way
I ain't go cry if I don't go platinum
On the first day watch me
Get my hustle on with
The friendly competition
Y'all got papers but I got the latest edition
(extra extra)
A hundred-thousand dollars a truck
Is what I crack
And if you ain't got that, keep wishin
(we all about it)
And to you bitch-ass niggaz in the maze
Comin at a player with homosexual ways
Keep lickin on that other sound
And stay north of the 105 Hip Hop heads
Cause this is underground
Yeah right by the water
Can't do right by ya daughter (no)
But look at all the shit
That I done bought her (hmm?)
See lyrics ain't nothin if
The beat ain't crackin
And these beats smackin, that's why
The G's keep stackin, nigga

(I don't wanna party wit you) hell naw
Cause nigga youse a scuffla
Your braids is dingy
Your clothes ain't got no creases
And your lips look like you sucked a muffler
(I don't wanna party wit you) hell naw
Cause bitch you didn't know me when you
Was fine as wine and thick
Now you're sick from smokin that shit
You're broke and plus you're boney

W-e-s t, c-o-a-s t
That's where the hydroponic with no seeds be
So don't trip when you see me on the TV
Or my CD and my eyes are really R-E-D
See the industry is freak
(shh shh shh) , pardon me for bein speaky
Snitchin on y'all that wanna jeek me
What makes you even try that way?
Yeah I might be fly, but I don't fly that way
Hmm, even on a gallon of Cisco
I could never go disco
Dude I ain't from 'Frisco
And to these bitches y'all trippin
We ain't layin wit y'all
Just because we say we wanna
Fuck we playin wit y'all
This is entertainment
We tryin to make us some change
We ain't impressed by what you
Got up under your Hanes
Bitch that's yo' trap, and that's yo' sap
Let me spit the cap while she
Sit in yo' lap homie
Don't you know me? Jealous-ass
Niggaz wanna flow me (why)
Just because yo' woman wanna blow me
On the strength I give that hoe a tittie-toy
Cause I'm the only ugly nigga gettin
Away with bein pretty boy

(I don't wanna party wit you) hmm, hell naw
Now this is how the sporty bounce
We stay away from you broke-ass niggaz
Always beggin and ain't got a
Dime on the 40 ounce
(I don't wanna party wit you) hmm, hell naw
Cause hoe you to' back
With that ol' long ass roll
And ya stockin smellin like Avon and
That horse want his 'fro back
(I don't wanna party wit you) hmm, hell naw
And nigga I can't stand ya
And I ain't got nothin but some advice
A map, a bar of soap
Some water and a towel to hand ya
(I don't wanna party wit you) hmm, hell naw
Now I'ma be real wit it
All my fuckin life I ain't never wanted fame
But since the shit done came
I gotta deal wit it
(I don't wanna party wit you)
Ya know, but I'ma do it like my homie say
Check it, I don't give a fuck about fame
(fa sho) i'd rather deal with the money
Y'all can have the name i'm out
Yeah