Slaughterhouse - Party lyrics

What the fuck you talking 'bout?
(You ain't in my lane, nigga)
This is Slaughterhouse
(Me and you ain't the same, nigga)

Why you think your bitch on my dick?
'Cause I'm a paid nigga
Made nigga deep in her pussy
Like a grave digger
I'm so high that I can chill on the roof
Pop an Oxycontin pill in the booth
Give 'em the truth
Tell the world them lyrical killers
Still on the loose
If I make the crowd bounce
My nigga Eminem'll recoup
That's why the rhymes Crooked I spit
Is making a mosh pit
Fly shit, sicker than hospice
Takin' 'em hostage
Yeah, we don't party like you niggas do


We don't party like them niggas do
4 am 20 groupies on the tour bus
On a coke high, waitin' to fuck the 4 of us
Nah, we don't party like you niggas do
Nah, we don't party like you niggas do
Put some blue dolphins off in a rocket
I'm 'bout to blast off
Now I'm feelin' proper
We don't party like you niggas do
We don't party like you niggas do

Wadadadang wadadadadang (blao)

Fuck you nerds doing everything cause
Jay Z done said it
Fuck you and your new urge to
Be a fake sneaker head
Fuck you and your ball game floor seats
If you just there with a broad
Neither one of y'all ain't score keep
'Prolly thought LeBron was a corner back
Heat game
Wearing Grape 5's and a Hornets hat
(fuck you) fuck you and your leather
Jerseys and hairy arms
Niggas bald then they get big
Headed like Barry Bonds
Fuck you and the crowd that
You perform in front of
Like you was born a stunna
Your money reformed a runner
Your Instagram got bitches saying
"I heard he's rich"
So you just fucked your first bad bitch at 36
That's what I call fake felt
Never saw a weight scale
Shirt tucked in in front
Showin' off your H belt
This one of them moments where
Your money ain't the issue
I can call you corny cause
Corny niggas get rich too
Still a sucker, corny niggas get rich too
We don't party like you niggas do

Man fuck you fuckboys
You boys fuckin' with the wrong one
Fuck your fake high
Don't give a fuck if you're on one
Fuck that broad you're fuckin'
That pussy prolly smell cray
Fuck, you ain't a G
Who give a fuck what your belt say?
Fuck you and your section and
Your bottles and your sparklers
And your shades that look
Like night vision goggles, fuck you
Knock off
Enough with all the narcotics you knock off
The hood jump off the only time
You get your rocks off
Snapple fact you never pop off
Your block's soft
Man I'll knock everybody on
Your block's block off
You fake gat clapper, mad actor
I'm backwards
Watch how this pump give you mad asthma
Put your punk story in it's last chapter
I fucked the pumps off a diva
You a Kat Stack'r
No party's like a house party, yeah
You know a shorty's sleepin' on that couch
Prolly dead that's what we get into
Why even knock? You'll never get into
A house party
We don't party like you niggas do

I know a couple new niggas
Tried to start this lemme help you out dawg
Trickin' is still trickin' regardless
We not in the same, you funny to us
I use my mouth for my G
You need your money to fuck
You do a lot of that talkin'
I'm done when I bust
Take community pussy and be the dummy to cuff
It's like everything you do
With the opposite sex
Is the opposite of correct
We ain't gotta give you respect
So whoever raised you ain't
Practiced for real
Type to buy a bitch a phone
Be all checkin' the bill
I've seen your type, corndog, wack as a fuck
Type to pass your man a ho
Then get mad when he fuck
Like you do all the shit
That a real nigga don't
All that shit that a real nigga won't
Since I don't know if this
Sucka shit is contagious
You the nigga we see and run
No you ain't getting no bitches
You busy being one
And one last thing for the record
'fore I get out of here
We don't party like you niggas do