Wax, Herbal T - P.A.R.T.Y. lyrics
[Wax, Herbal T - P.A.R.T.Y. lyrics]
Check it out!
Party party we gonna party (yeah)
Party (Par, par, par, par, check it out, yo)
While you aim to maintain the status quo
Embody the persona of the average joe
Me and Herbal T and the Lack
Of Fro are less rational we international
To reiterate in case you're a little late
I incinerate fakes on my dinner plate
We hungry, but y'all gon' starve the hardest
Cause we stay well fed
Eating starvin' artists
I'm a veteran authority better
Than the majority
Of all the mothafuckas that ever been
In the door of the industry
I'm what you pretend to be
Half of you mothafuckas sound like shit to me
That's why I have no sympathy
That's why I take a shit in your
Stocking and burn down your Christmas tree
Poof, you're done, y'all history
I'm the truth behind the unsolved mystery
I'm the epitome of victory
Instinctively, I rip emcees
And spit the remains out, all over the floor
It's Big Wax, mothafucka
Thought I told you before
I'm on a whole different level than y'all
Leveling y'all like a medicine ball
Hitting you dead in the jaw
We ready to brawl, you delicate soft
You gon' lose it
Herbal T ride the mic and get stupid
Learn to be original herb's an individual
Nerds are typical
Hypocritical pitiful minimal
Impact makers, get to back-breaking
Hard work it takes to get to that place
Where you can do whatever you
Want and still kill it
Pass your prescription bottle and
We'll fill it
Up with the true party music from the soul
Y'all wax, Herbal T, LOA is the roll call
I thought I told y'all not to press your luck
Like tentacles of an octopus, you suck
Straight trash
Throw your CD in a waste basket
Or I'ma cover your mouth with tape fast
And pipe down your shitty talk
Them brothers fly like Orville and Wilbur
Right down to Kitty Hawk
And just when y'all assholes thought
That y'all was on top
Lack of Afro brought that
Fall back when he lay the drum track
The bass on the joint on
Point like a thumbtack
Crews come whack 'cause some lack the focus
And if they fall off a come back
It's hopeless
Unpack the dopeness stored in my brain
Dear lord, I'm insane if you a dope fiend
Put my microphone cord in your vein
And soon you'll be high like
You're boarding a plane
Party party we gonna party (yeah) party
Party party
Party party we gonna party (yeah)
Party (Par, par, par, par, check it out, yo)
While you aim to maintain the status quo
Embody the persona of the average joe
Me and Herbal T and the Lack
Of Fro are less rational we international
To reiterate in case you're a little late
I incinerate fakes on my dinner plate
We hungry, but y'all gon' starve the hardest
Cause we stay well fed
Eating starvin' artists
I'm a veteran authority better
Than the majority
Of all the mothafuckas that ever been
In the door of the industry
I'm what you pretend to be
Half of you mothafuckas sound like shit to me
That's why I have no sympathy
That's why I take a shit in your
Stocking and burn down your Christmas tree
Poof, you're done, y'all history
I'm the truth behind the unsolved mystery
I'm the epitome of victory
Instinctively, I rip emcees
And spit the remains out, all over the floor
It's Big Wax, mothafucka
Thought I told you before
I'm on a whole different level than y'all
Leveling y'all like a medicine ball
Hitting you dead in the jaw
We ready to brawl, you delicate soft
You gon' lose it
Herbal T ride the mic and get stupid
Learn to be original herb's an individual
Nerds are typical
Hypocritical pitiful minimal
Impact makers, get to back-breaking
Hard work it takes to get to that place
Where you can do whatever you
Want and still kill it
Pass your prescription bottle and
We'll fill it
Up with the true party music from the soul
Y'all wax, Herbal T, LOA is the roll call
I thought I told y'all not to press your luck
Like tentacles of an octopus, you suck
Straight trash
Throw your CD in a waste basket
Or I'ma cover your mouth with tape fast
And pipe down your shitty talk
Them brothers fly like Orville and Wilbur
Right down to Kitty Hawk
And just when y'all assholes thought
That y'all was on top
Lack of Afro brought that
Fall back when he lay the drum track
The bass on the joint on
Point like a thumbtack
Crews come whack 'cause some lack the focus
And if they fall off a come back
It's hopeless
Unpack the dopeness stored in my brain
Dear lord, I'm insane if you a dope fiend
Put my microphone cord in your vein
And soon you'll be high like
You're boarding a plane
Party party we gonna party (yeah) party
Party party