Method Man - Party Crasher lyrics
[Method Man - Party Crasher lyrics]
Club bouncer
Aww shit not these niggas again!
Aiyyo listen! I'm only lettin five of you
Motherfuckers in here tonight
If your man ain't on the guest list
He get to the BACK of the fuckin line
And you know another motherfuckin thing?
I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink
In this motherfucker tonight
I'm kickin ALL y'all the fuck outta here
Uhh muh'fuckers be up in the club
Scared to fuckin death
Nigga if you scared why don't yo'
Ass just stay the fuck home check it out uhh
Me and mines at the door
Ain't tryin to pay your fees
Stop playin, you fuckin with me
I push my way in
Bum rush there's plenty of us
To tear the club up
Guzzlin Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch
Bouncer nigga lookin like he want war
Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah
Pattin me down like the law
As I stumble in the party
Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure
Loungin near the bar section, rolled the L
And kept steppin, concealed weapon
Razor sharp
Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket
Who that kid
On the dance floor lookin for matches?
Burn somethin, one toke got me blasted
Took another toke then I passed it, choke!
Fantastic, herb ain't no joke
Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish
Ladies on the dance floor, shakin they asses
Got millon dollar broke niggas
That makin passes
Honey with the eye glasses
Body work is Boombastic
Skin like blackberry molasses, mmmmm
At last it's, time to step and make her mine
Niggas headin toward the bathroom
Tuckin they shines
Brothers got to keep it movin
Playin with kids
That won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban
You know what this is
("Yo Duke that's your diamonds
Right there God?
Yo that shit'll go RIGHT where
My people ain't right now"
"Yo don't touch my shit!")
Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream
End of story couldn't find shorty
Party scene's
Now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be long
Before the sirens intervene, the terrotory
Can't we all get along, without the ruckus
Got big bouncin muh'fuckers, tryin to rush us
I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench
Of a hell bent environment
The odds against us
Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall
All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl
Uhh, every time I try to
Have a good time why?
Somebody always fuckin it up, killin my high
Damn
Monkey wrench they whole program, party over
By that time I'm dead sober
In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers
Dead gone
You can tell that they was heat holders
Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech
I fled the set
Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck
Some Brooklyn kids
Rushed the coat check, they whole set
Stompin Duke
Half to death and took his Rolex
It's horrible
Like a front page article, Mister Pitiful
About a step away now we critical, uhh
As I boned out I heard the people shout
NIGGAZ, yea cold turn the party out!
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
(sirens)
Aww shit not these niggas again!
Aiyyo listen! I'm only lettin five of you
Motherfuckers in here tonight
If your man ain't on the guest list
He get to the BACK of the fuckin line
And you know another motherfuckin thing?
I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink
In this motherfucker tonight
I'm kickin ALL y'all the fuck outta here
Uhh muh'fuckers be up in the club
Scared to fuckin death
Nigga if you scared why don't yo'
Ass just stay the fuck home check it out uhh
Me and mines at the door
Ain't tryin to pay your fees
Stop playin, you fuckin with me
I push my way in
Bum rush there's plenty of us
To tear the club up
Guzzlin Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch
Bouncer nigga lookin like he want war
Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah
Pattin me down like the law
As I stumble in the party
Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure
Loungin near the bar section, rolled the L
And kept steppin, concealed weapon
Razor sharp
Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket
Who that kid
On the dance floor lookin for matches?
Burn somethin, one toke got me blasted
Took another toke then I passed it, choke!
Fantastic, herb ain't no joke
Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish
Ladies on the dance floor, shakin they asses
Got millon dollar broke niggas
That makin passes
Honey with the eye glasses
Body work is Boombastic
Skin like blackberry molasses, mmmmm
At last it's, time to step and make her mine
Niggas headin toward the bathroom
Tuckin they shines
Brothers got to keep it movin
Playin with kids
That won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban
You know what this is
("Yo Duke that's your diamonds
Right there God?
Yo that shit'll go RIGHT where
My people ain't right now"
"Yo don't touch my shit!")
Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream
End of story couldn't find shorty
Party scene's
Now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be long
Before the sirens intervene, the terrotory
Can't we all get along, without the ruckus
Got big bouncin muh'fuckers, tryin to rush us
I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench
Of a hell bent environment
The odds against us
Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall
All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl
Uhh, every time I try to
Have a good time why?
Somebody always fuckin it up, killin my high
Damn
Monkey wrench they whole program, party over
By that time I'm dead sober
In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers
Dead gone
You can tell that they was heat holders
Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech
I fled the set
Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck
Some Brooklyn kids
Rushed the coat check, they whole set
Stompin Duke
Half to death and took his Rolex
It's horrible
Like a front page article, Mister Pitiful
About a step away now we critical, uhh
As I boned out I heard the people shout
NIGGAZ, yea cold turn the party out!
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
(sirens)