Post by Tricky on Apr 9, 2005 3:16:29 GMT -5
Here ya go. This song should definatly get some play in summer 
[Adlibs]
Party people
C’mon, C’mon, C’mon
We got DJ Ran, DJ Invisible Man, Mike Jones, TQ
Party music
Give it to me now
Yeah this kinda sound like a club joint x2
C’mon
[TQ]
Whoa, I’ve been drinkin since I stepped in the club
When I hopped out my ride, I was smoking on bud
So my head kinda feelin like my rims. Spinnin
Cuttin up from the beginning
I ride by my DJ I’m in my jeans and my white tee
All the pretty girls should come to V.I.P.
All you fu©king haters in here that don’t like me
Tonight is not the night G
Back to business, I make it in the club
Waitin for my song to come on, drinkin bud
We gone blow the roof of this mutha fu©ker
When the beat drop, we about to tear this bit©h up
[Chorus]
Mama, put your hands in the air
Shake it like ya just don’t care
Let me see you catch that boo
I want all of y’all to tear this bit©h up
Nigga’s represent you hood
We don’t give a damn, its all to the good
Aint nobody got no problems
Cus tonight we gonna tear this bit©h up
Now they got a nigga all hot and bugged
Drinkin on cranberry juice and vodka
How do you want it, been playing for an hour
And ? both feeling the power
Let’s stay (?), just drop it and every single bottle is poppin
Well her face aint really gotta be all that
Cus I aint trippin, I just want that a$s on my lap
I just wanna smack it, I’m a make it go clap
Tell the DJ to run that bit©h back
And see how they react to
This is my party, smoke if you want to, drink if you want to
Do what you wanna do
But please don’t; please don’t start no sh!t tonight
Cus you believe I’ve got that thing aight
And plus my dawgs in this joint
And they so on point
They just lookin for a reason to tear this bit©h up
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
Cadillac top down
What up, its time (?)
I spit to a chicks, so the bit©h will let me lay her down
You know I don’t play around
I put it in and break her down
I like it from the back, but I love it when her face down
To the pillow, to the rear
Tell her what she wanna hear
And after I get in her ear
I fill her up with belvedere
Chea, its TQ and Mike Jones
Flippin candy on chrome
About to take a hoe home
See I aint got time to talk, nor say what’s up
You neither don’t suck or fu©k, don’t get in my truck
A lot of hoes call me baby
Some call me daddy
They love to see the candy paint drippin from the candy
I’m in the club deep, with my team so cla$sy
I’m looking for a hoe to dine or do the nasty
I’m in the club deep, with my team so cla$sy
I’m looking for a hoe to tear this bit©h up
[TQ]
[Chorus] X2
Tear this bit©h up
[Adlibs]
[Adlibs]
Party people
C’mon, C’mon, C’mon
We got DJ Ran, DJ Invisible Man, Mike Jones, TQ
Party music
Give it to me now
Yeah this kinda sound like a club joint x2
C’mon
[TQ]
Whoa, I’ve been drinkin since I stepped in the club
When I hopped out my ride, I was smoking on bud
So my head kinda feelin like my rims. Spinnin
Cuttin up from the beginning
I ride by my DJ I’m in my jeans and my white tee
All the pretty girls should come to V.I.P.
All you fu©king haters in here that don’t like me
Tonight is not the night G
Back to business, I make it in the club
Waitin for my song to come on, drinkin bud
We gone blow the roof of this mutha fu©ker
When the beat drop, we about to tear this bit©h up
[Chorus]
Mama, put your hands in the air
Shake it like ya just don’t care
Let me see you catch that boo
I want all of y’all to tear this bit©h up
Nigga’s represent you hood
We don’t give a damn, its all to the good
Aint nobody got no problems
Cus tonight we gonna tear this bit©h up
Now they got a nigga all hot and bugged
Drinkin on cranberry juice and vodka
How do you want it, been playing for an hour
And ? both feeling the power
Let’s stay (?), just drop it and every single bottle is poppin
Well her face aint really gotta be all that
Cus I aint trippin, I just want that a$s on my lap
I just wanna smack it, I’m a make it go clap
Tell the DJ to run that bit©h back
And see how they react to
This is my party, smoke if you want to, drink if you want to
Do what you wanna do
But please don’t; please don’t start no sh!t tonight
Cus you believe I’ve got that thing aight
And plus my dawgs in this joint
And they so on point
They just lookin for a reason to tear this bit©h up
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
Cadillac top down
What up, its time (?)
I spit to a chicks, so the bit©h will let me lay her down
You know I don’t play around
I put it in and break her down
I like it from the back, but I love it when her face down
To the pillow, to the rear
Tell her what she wanna hear
And after I get in her ear
I fill her up with belvedere
Chea, its TQ and Mike Jones
Flippin candy on chrome
About to take a hoe home
See I aint got time to talk, nor say what’s up
You neither don’t suck or fu©k, don’t get in my truck
A lot of hoes call me baby
Some call me daddy
They love to see the candy paint drippin from the candy
I’m in the club deep, with my team so cla$sy
I’m looking for a hoe to dine or do the nasty
I’m in the club deep, with my team so cla$sy
I’m looking for a hoe to tear this bit©h up
[TQ]
[Chorus] X2
Tear this bit©h up
[Adlibs]
