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method man - party crasher lyrics

intro: club bouncer

aww sh-t… not these n-gg-z again!
aiyyo listen!
i’m only lettin five of you motherf-ckers in here tonight
if your man ain’t on the guest list
he get to the bacj of the f-ckin line
and you know another motherf-ckin thing?
i don’t give a f-ck if a b-tch spill a drink
in this motherf-cker tonight
i’m kickin all y’all the f-ck outta here

[method man]
uhh
muh’f-ckers be up in the club scared to f-ckin death
n-gg- if you scared why don’t yo’ -ss just stay the f-ck home
check it out uhh

me and mines at the door, ain’t tryin to pay your fees
stop playin, you f-ckin with me, i push my way in
b-m rush there’s plenty of us to tear the club up
guzzlin bacardi and such, i split a dutch
bouncin n-gg- 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 p-ssed it, choke!
fantastic, herb ain’t no joke
especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish
ladies on the dance floor, shakin they -sses
got millon dollar broke n-gg-z, that makin p-sses
honey with the eye gl-sses, body work is boombastic
skin like blackberry mol-sses, mmmmm
at last it’s, time to step and make her mine
n-gg-s headin toward the bathroom tuckin they shines
brothers got to keep it movin, playin with kids
that won’t hesitate to sn-tch a cuban
you know what this is…

(“yo duke that’s your diamonds right there god?
yo that sh-t’ll go right where my people ain’t right now.”
“yo don’t touch my sh-t!”)

now it’s on in the lavatory, i heard a scream
end of story couldn’t find shorty, party scene’s
now a f-cked up chaotic thing, won’t be long
before the sirens intervene, the terrotory
can’t we all get along, without the ruckus
got big bouncin muh’f-ckers, tryin to rush us
i can take a hint, what? can smell the stench
of a h-ll bent environment, the odds against us
back to the wall y’all, refuse to fall
all hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl
uhh, every time i try to have a good time why?
somebody always f-ckin it up, killin my high, d-mn
monkey wrench they whole program, party over
by that time i’m dead sober
in the midst of this whole sh-t fo’ soldiers, dead gone
you can tell that they was heat holders
everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, i fled the set
b-tch slipped and caught a broke neck, some brooklyn kids
rushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin duke
half to death and took his rolex, it’s horrible
like a front page article, mister pitiful
about a step away now we critical, uhh
as i boned out i heard the people shout
n-gg-z, yea cold turn the party out!
uh uh uh uh uh uh uh

(sirens)

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