Mase

Mase - If You Wanna Party lyrics

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What the fuck?
 '99  get your name back nigga
 (Get your name back nigga)
 Double Up Motherfucker (99)
 Double Up Motherfucker
 Don't believe it  Double Up  Uh
 Yea yea yea yea What what what what Uh Uh

 Yo who got the right to flip  twice the whips
 Time to get paid  get twice the chips
 See law ain't no good unless two dice hit
 Hate me even if I didn't ice my shit
 Fuck niggas  make that money and lots of it
 Sold four million and somebody got to love it
 They want Mase for video, ain't in the budget
 I can't take a piss without a bitch tryin' to rub it
 How could you know like this
 When it's because of me a nigga know what nice is
 I was 60 I have flow-itis
 I like my weed green and my hoe's dyke-ish
 You know you like this
 Young kid'll live by goldie advice's
 Pimp hoe's that come across so righteous
 Fuck though, promote on the Rolley ices
 Yo, that's why my jewelery looks snow white-ish
 Come on

 1 - If you wanna party come and shake your body
 If you wanna party put 'em in the air
 Over there, over there

 If you wanna party come and shake your body
 If you wanna party put 'em in the air
 Over there, over there

 Yo I'm tryin' to live my life the largest, Vipers in garages
 'Nuff money to go court and fight the charges
 Everybody stare at Myse the hardest
 That's why I'm in them all night menages
 Besides B.I.G., the criticly acclaimed
 I vow, they never bring the city to shame
 I pulled up the prettiest things, the prettiest range
 The prettiest cars, and the prettiest stars
 By far the prettiest Misses
 I pull up in the prettiest sixes
 So by the time you get the six bitch, I have the seven
 By the time you get the seven, I switch to the eight
 When it time I get this cake, a bitch could wait
 They know I could sell five so they ship me eight
 Come on

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 All Out, motherfucker
 To the death, motherfucker
 Bad Boy forever
 Bad Boy forever
 All Out, motherfucker (Uh uh)
 H World, motherfucker (Uh uh)
 To the death, motherfucker (uh yo)

 Yo why I'mma envy the lives or envy the guys
 Who be frontin' in the Six that's really a Five
 You could see I still got it by the look in my eyes
 I'mma blue collar criminal, crook in disguise
 It don't matter if it rain, I got a pool inside
 And a stretch range so at least 20 could ride
 And I could tell fake platinum from a mile away
 When I rap, yo' 150 thou' get paid
 So until then nigga, I style away
 Four point six swit' to the Cal' away
 I'm gettin' honey, I ain't with the beefin' going on
 I look at nigga's cars, alot a leasin' goin' on
 My heat get raised up, streets gets blazed up
 Until a nigga find my dough and pays up
 I lays up fuck, 'till my days up
 Doggy style, so bitch don't fuck my ways up
 Come on

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Language: English

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