If You Wanna Party Lyrics by Mase

If You Wanna Party Lyrics

    [intro]
    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

    Repeat 1 while:
    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

    Repeat 1

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