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mr. nice guy - "it ain't that type of party" lyrics

[intro]

a yo g man, its seriously crazy about the way girls try to clown you these days + am i lying man? wwwword up!

we ain’t got to act for these people, they know strictly what time it is, and if they don’t know it now i guess we’re going to tell em

[chorus/hook]

why oh why do you do those things to me?
yeah baby, it ain’t (yeeeeaaaah) that type of party
why oh why do you do those things to me?
yeah baby, it ain’t (yeeeeaaaah) that type of party

[verse #1]

i met a girl
in line at the bank
she was fresh
we were both in there
cashing checks
the teller asked my man
yo who’s next? (yeeeeaaaah)
hey yeah you in the tight dress
her hair was long
no weave i believe
far from cut
down her back right straight
to her b+tt
so i asked her
can i have cuts? (yeeeeaaaah)
a yo, baby what’s up?
real pretty smile
breath was fresh plus real
straight clean t++th
the girl was thick yes
she had beef
conversation was
really brief (yeeeeaaaah)
she said come on lets leave
we’re headed home
she’s in a benz
so off we go
right to a condo
that you know
i said the bed
she said floor (yeeeeaaaah)
a yo, i hope she’s not a ho
she starts to push
which always then
leads to a shove
or a trip to her
new hot tub
for my good
authentic rub (yeeeeaaaah)
oooh i think i’m in love
red red wine
as i begin to sip
on her drink
she pushes me under
i start to sink
she won’t let me up
i start to think (yeeeeaaaah)
yo, it ain’t that type of party

[chorus/hook]

why oh why do you do those things to me?
yeah baby, it ain’t (yeeeeaaaah) that type of party
why oh why do you do those things to me?
yeah baby, it ain’t (yeeeeaaaah) that type of party

[verse #2]

i went downtown
to see all the girls
at the mall
i met a hot thang
as i recall
she was only about
five feet tall (yeeeeaaaah)
i asked her can i give you a call
i got the number
to her mother’s own
telephone
i saw that she didn’t
live alone
i asked her age
i’m grown (yeeeeaaaah)
its time for me to go home
i got directions
went to meet the girl
at twelve o’clock
quietly parked
around the block
turn off my lights
and then to stop (yeeeeaaaah)
you know just like a cop
we went driving
got some food
then we parked
in some spot that
was really dark
let’s go home
the car won’t start (yeeeeaaaah)
i guess we gotta walk
she start’s buggin’
about the fact that
she’s gotta get back
i told the dumb girl
to relax
the car started
back on track (yeeeeaaaah)
you know why?
cause i’m the mack
she get’s home
her mother’s at the door
with a gun
she’s only fifteen
not twenty+one
it was fun
i better run (yeeeeaaaah)
cause it ain’t that type of party

[chorus/hook]

why oh why do you do those things to me?
yeah baby, it ain’t (yeeeeaaaah) that type of party
why oh why do you do those things to me?
yeah baby, it ain’t (yeeeeaaaah) that type of party

[drum breakdown]

ay yo g man, down on the breakdown, i think we gotta even get deeper + you know what i’m saying? one, two, kick the next verse

[verse #3]

i was in love
good relationship
of three years
i was teased by
all of my peers
both of us
were sincere (yeeeeaaaah)
that’s how it appeared
she likes the club
to dance and show off
just like me
and ladies night
women get in free
so she can shake
her booty (yeeeeaaaah)
for yours truly
as we enter
the place to be and
the party scene
i’m not amazed
the fellas fiend
she’s looking good
know what i mean (yeeeeaaaah)
the girl’s a real hot thang
one guy’s trying
smiling to catch
her eye
trying to tell her
she’s looking fly
and it scares me when
she says hi (yeeeeaaaah)
the brother really thinks that he’s fly
i’m kinda worried
about the set of
what should i think?
he wants to buy my girl
a drink
tonight i might just
visit the clink (yeeeeaaaah)
yo, cause i’m always on the brink
she says yes
to his offer
i say that’s wack
she told me that she’d be
right back
i think that’s a lie that she
ran his drag (yeeeeaaaah)
it ain’t that type of party

[chorus/hook]

why oh why do you do those things to me?
yeah baby, it ain’t (yeeeeaaaah) that type of party
why oh why do you do those things to me?
yeah baby, it ain’t (yeeeeaaaah) that type of party

[outro]

ay yo g man, yo you got any words to say to these people? what up man? yeah man, peace out to do or die in the 90’s… sign your life on the dotted line for the dollar sign!

- mr nice guy lyrics

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