Ghostface Killah - Party Over Here lyrics
[Ghostface Killah - Party Over Here lyrics]
Haha, yeah tony Stark, nigga
I ain't going nowhere (yeah) y'all feel me?
We about to finish this al', dawg (Uh, huh)
Tell 'em, Tone Tone (It's the beginning)
Yo, yo, yo yo
The old lady said the shooter was 5'6"
And she don't know how he got
Away with five of them bricks
Across the street
A group of men held nine sticks
Those is choppers being sprayed, and
All of em' missed, uh
Lil' bro got away with it
He promised me four of them joints
If I stayed with him, uh
What the fuck y'all think?
I wasn't born with a slit between my
Legs with a hole that's pink?
Nah, I'm a gangster, besides getting paper
I move my pawns, fuck around and get rook
Besides that, any jux session
Deny me for any stones in your skin
You get cooked
Haha, blood spillin' like lava
Face on the hot concrete, no agua
Nasty killer with horror
You wasn't even the main entree
How's that for a starter?
(Party over here)
I'm talking like it's about to get deadly
We stay getting ready (Party over here)
Staten Island stay stylin', boy
Turn off the lights like Teddy
(Party over here) more paper
Hoes that's swallowing 'scato on the late tip
(Party over here)
Don't you dare run, nigga, just
Hand over the goods, or we'll take it
Bottle after bottle, Remy dark, Goose
Moscato
Threw the club into gear full throttle
Players on one side, killers on the other
Hoes in the middle, plus it's jam packed
Flooded sweating through my silk, real life
I might tuck it
Mad hoes, got 'em on the string like a puppet
Party over here
Lil' niggas stepped on my kicks
Without sayin' pardon over here
Two of my goons seen it
Followed him over there
Came back with whatever that fuckboy
Had in his ear
Neck, chest, wrists, he couldn't persevere
Pat Riley on his neck, gave
Up the jewels like, "Here"
Nickel-plated bulldogs
12-inch Rugers and long leathers
To pluck any bird nigga feather
Staten Island, we get ours regardless
Don't forget, we do the pressin'
Y'all just press charges
(Party over here)
I'm talking like it's about to get deadly
We stay getting ready (Party over here)
Staten Island stay stylin', boy
Turn off the lights like Teddy
(Party over here) more paper
Hoes that's swallowing 'scato on the late tip
(Party over here)
Don't you dare run, nigga, just
Hand over the goods, or we'll take it
I ain't going nowhere (yeah) y'all feel me?
We about to finish this al', dawg (Uh, huh)
Tell 'em, Tone Tone (It's the beginning)
Yo, yo, yo yo
The old lady said the shooter was 5'6"
And she don't know how he got
Away with five of them bricks
Across the street
A group of men held nine sticks
Those is choppers being sprayed, and
All of em' missed, uh
Lil' bro got away with it
He promised me four of them joints
If I stayed with him, uh
What the fuck y'all think?
I wasn't born with a slit between my
Legs with a hole that's pink?
Nah, I'm a gangster, besides getting paper
I move my pawns, fuck around and get rook
Besides that, any jux session
Deny me for any stones in your skin
You get cooked
Haha, blood spillin' like lava
Face on the hot concrete, no agua
Nasty killer with horror
You wasn't even the main entree
How's that for a starter?
(Party over here)
I'm talking like it's about to get deadly
We stay getting ready (Party over here)
Staten Island stay stylin', boy
Turn off the lights like Teddy
(Party over here) more paper
Hoes that's swallowing 'scato on the late tip
(Party over here)
Don't you dare run, nigga, just
Hand over the goods, or we'll take it
Bottle after bottle, Remy dark, Goose
Moscato
Threw the club into gear full throttle
Players on one side, killers on the other
Hoes in the middle, plus it's jam packed
Flooded sweating through my silk, real life
I might tuck it
Mad hoes, got 'em on the string like a puppet
Party over here
Lil' niggas stepped on my kicks
Without sayin' pardon over here
Two of my goons seen it
Followed him over there
Came back with whatever that fuckboy
Had in his ear
Neck, chest, wrists, he couldn't persevere
Pat Riley on his neck, gave
Up the jewels like, "Here"
Nickel-plated bulldogs
12-inch Rugers and long leathers
To pluck any bird nigga feather
Staten Island, we get ours regardless
Don't forget, we do the pressin'
Y'all just press charges
(Party over here)
I'm talking like it's about to get deadly
We stay getting ready (Party over here)
Staten Island stay stylin', boy
Turn off the lights like Teddy
(Party over here) more paper
Hoes that's swallowing 'scato on the late tip
(Party over here)
Don't you dare run, nigga, just
Hand over the goods, or we'll take it