Party People

Guess who? Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Jigga, yah heard?
Uh-uh, a-Timbaland, yah heard?
Uh, Twista, yah heard? C'mon, c'mon
Uh-uh, uh-uh, g-ge, ge-geah
Yo, yo, ye-yea, ye-yea
Turn this up
Yo, yo, yeah

When the war's on, the pores are drawn like pictures
The niggas is all gone when these triggers get witch
Nigga, before long you need stitches in your long johns
A.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat, t-t-t-t
Eight figures, you fake twitchy niggas can't stop (that)
Jigga, Twista my nigga, Timb on the hot track
How you gon' stop that? We can't be slowed
Niggas throwed dawg, look at your clothes

When I'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows like
Maceo, leave ace holes
That's just Jay-Z doe, crazy flow
Rhyme great, dominate your radio
C'mon, get your gun, your mask, and gloves
I don't ask for love, I blast them up
Respect my gangstar dude, or your life's in danger dude
Doctors pushing on your chest trying to bring you through

All my party people gon' do what? (Get buck)
Get some liquor in the gut (so whatup?)
Get them lighters lit up, make them get up
With something, the East and West gon' bump
All my party people gon' do what? (Get crunk)
Get some liquor in the gut (so whatup?)
Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangstar shit
That's beating in yo' trunk

Fuckin' with Mag, nigga end up in a hospital
Sitting on the corner of the bed, sick 'cause of what I said to him
On a track star beef take it in the kitchen
Cooking MC's all niggas taste like chicken
Hitting them high, right in the ear
Slicing on them motherfucker vampire style, I'm a bloodsucker
You turning into a mad ducker, telling yah dog
I'm at the Rucker with a bad Puerto Rican chick

Fat as my cash and she a dick sucker, get up out catch car
You ain't going real far, see the chainsaw?
Breaking the law, like turning a dyke
When it come to that man that just like Mike
I don't care what you like, I'll make you run in outer space
If you go to court man, only wish you got a case
For real, I'm fuckin' faced on a hill of ice
Mag hot now, nigga, 50 G's the price

Timbaland good for that-, I invented that
Hear the hi-hat, hear the bassline on the track
Remember "One in a Million" when I left yah back
Producers saying, "How you get your sound like that?"
I don't know playa, I'm a creative cat
Got party people dancing to this and that
Got party people saying, "This a dope-ass track!"

All my party people gon' do what? (Get buck)
Get some liquor in the gut (so whatup?)
Get them lighters lit up, make them get up
With something, the East and West gon' bump
All my party people gon' do what? (Get crunk)
Get some liquor in the gut (so whatup?)
Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangstar shit
That's beating in yo' trunk

Timbaland hit them with the um, ah-um, ah-um-ahh, you gon' do what?
Stop fronting you bumping the new cut
Like a shoe ah, um ah-um ah, hit them in the gut
Twitching and itching to get up, I hit them up
With some skinless to vibe to and ride to
With the stanky inside you, listen to while a freak licking you
Go on a bogus mission to, something you crip-walk in the kitchen to

Something you bump on the porch or the park
Or pump it while you displaying yo' heart when you flex on a mark
You can play it to clear your head from drama with the feds
And all the homes like down for when they in the dark
Used to rock up at the block club, players wasn't riding slick
You can let your mind cruise for miles
They can't tell no sucker who's allowed, with a strap on the mic
I'm thinking how can I move the crowd, move the crowd

All my party people gon' do what? (Get buck)
Get some liquor in the gut (so whatup?)
Get them lighters lit up, make them get up
With something, the East and West gon' bump
All my party people gon' do what? (Get crunk)
Get some liquor in the gut (so whatup?)
Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangstar shit
That's beating in yo' trunk

All my party people gon' do what? (Get buck)
Get some liquor in the gut (so whatup?)
Get them lighters lit up, make them get up
With something, the East and West gon' bump
All my party people gon' do what? (Get crunk)
Get some liquor in the gut (so whatup?)
Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangstar shit
That's beating in yo' trunk

Bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me, bounce, ow-ow-ow, ow-ow-ow-ow-ah
Shake wit' me, shake wit' me, shake wit' me, shake
Bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me
Shake wit' me, shake wit' me
Ow, one time, bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me
Yo, ahh

Remember when you first found me?
I was working at Burger King
Now take a good look around me
Look at all these cars, look at all these girls
Why you always trying to put down me?
Why you always trying to put down me?
You get 'round your friends and try to clown me
Why you always trying to pull that boo-boo?

I'm getting tired of all that bullshit
Always talking this and that
Your girls screaming, "We love him!"
See girls, they love me
Girl, that's just, only Tim
Yes, it's only Tim
What'chu talking about that's only Tim?
Yeah, what'chu talking about that's only Tim?

'Cause, I made it this far (this far)
Made it without yo' money (yo' money)
Made it without yo' car (yo' car)
Made it without yo' naggin' (what?)
Now look who's the star (whoo!)
I made it this far (this far)
Made it without yo' money (yo' money)
Made it without yo' car (yo' car)
Made it without yo' naggin' (what?)
Now look who's the star (whoo!)

You know what I'm saying?
Why it got to happen to people like me, I don't get it
I don't understand it
That's why people like myself only hang with self
And nobody else
Easy now