Back To Index Method Man"Party Crasher" [Intro: club bouncer] Aww shit... not these niggaz 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 BACJ 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 [Method Man] 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 Bouncin 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 niggaz, 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... ( |
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