Mia X

Mia X - The Party Don't Stop lyrics

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[Mia X]
 I got the ghetto grooves guranteed to make your shoes move
 Through the dance floor
 What you came for?Actin' like ain't know
 That I flows everything over ?knocks?
 With the peep by the pound
 And the ice cream shop
 They finally drop the first lady off that No Limit tape
 And I'ma ???? flows baby think I ain't!
 You can't see even if you had a bird's eye view
 Or bifocals, these mind vocals just goes
 On and on, you know you can't resist
 So let your head knock back and look foward to this, Miss
 Biggest Momma with the ?rhyme-a? and Prada
 Fly known rigotta and my ice just gotta
 Light up the room like Vegas
 Been by my papa,ever since my flight that China white
 Peelin' wit' the steel,recognize the real
 Better rimes and bring skills I will
 Keep it locked,word to my moms dredlocks
 Some nights I just wanna set the party on top
 Wit' P and the Ill Na Na,unified hip hop
 Mo' chedda as long as the party don't stop

 Chorus:
 We don't care if the party don't stop
 Got nothing but time so let the beat knock pop
 Bangin' to the east
 Shakin' it to the west
 Throw it up northside
 And the south gonna handle the rest
 (repeat)

 [Master P]

 There ain't No Limit to this game I spit
 36's on 55,I got money to get
 It's the Ill Na Na wit' the Big Momma
 Now I'm the Big Poppa,I mean a Big Dada
 I used to make my money hustlin' and bustin' wit' gats
 Now-a-days I get money for bustin' rhymes and raps
 I got the cocoa and cream,not the kind that steam
 Cause it's crispy and clean
 Cristale and green,uhhhhh!
 600 wit' that 28 inch will
 Word is 50 wit' no dollar bills
 Pearl presidential wit' that big and ????
 Tears on our backs but they still can't handle
 Independent black owned and I'm 'bout it 'bout it
 That's why No Limit is rowdy rowdy!

 chorus:

 [Foxy Brown]
 Uhhh,you know dat na na don't fake none
 Millions by the Mason
 Shit,money I'ma take some
 Ask P,he know that Fox gettin' nasty
 Little sassy ass,'bout it 'bout it
 Hoes know I don't play that free shit
 Make 'em lick my shit hard
 Then leave that nigga with his dick hard
 Huhh,you got to work me to hurt me
 And when I'm bored fuck around on how you jerk yours
 From NY to NO
 Niggas know they my hoes,bringin' my doe
 Wanna floss wit' me in the front seat of your 3
 Hunderd Benz-do,watch us work them ends though
 Baddest bitch with that multi platnuim clit
 Peep this,don't let a trick fuck you and I heard you ?licked?
 Ice Cream Man

 [Master P]
 Wit' the Ill Na Na and this Big Momma
 That's why the party don't stop

 chorus
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: No Limit Records

Details:

Released in: 1997

Language: English

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