Party People

Guess who? Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh Jigga, yah heard? Uh-uh, a-Timbaland, yah heard? Uh, Twista, yah heard? C'mon, c'mon Uh-uh, uh-uh, g-ge, ge-geah Yo, yo, ye-yea, ye-yea Turn this up Yo, yo, yeah When the war's on, the pores are drawn like pictures The niggas is all gone when these triggers get witch Nigga, before long you need stitches in your long johns A.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat, t-t-t-t Eight figures, you fake twitchy niggas can't stop (that) Jigga, Twista my nigga, Timb on the hot track How you gon' stop that? We can't be slowed Niggas throwed dawg, look at your clothes When I'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows like Maceo, leave ace holes That's just Jay-Z doe, crazy flow Rhyme great, dominate your radio C'mon, get your gun, your mask, and gloves I don't ask for love, I blast them up Respect my gangstar dude, or your life's in danger dude Doctors pushing on your chest trying to bring you through All my party people gon' do what? (Get buck) Get some liquor in the gut (so whatup?) Get them lighters lit up, make them get up With something, the East and West gon' bump All my party people gon' do what? (Get crunk) Get some liquor in the gut (so whatup?) Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangstar shit That's beating in yo' trunk Fuckin' with Mag, nigga end up in a hospital Sitting on the corner of the bed, sick 'cause of what I said to him On a track star beef take it in the kitchen Cooking MC's all niggas taste like chicken Hitting them high, right in the ear Slicing on them motherfucker vampire style, I'm a bloodsucker You turning into a mad ducker, telling yah dog I'm at the Rucker with a bad Puerto Rican chick Fat as my cash and she a dick sucker, get up out catch car You ain't going real far, see the chainsaw? Breaking the law, like turning a dyke When it come to that man that just like Mike I don't care what you like, I'll make you run in outer space If you go to court man, only wish you got a case For real, I'm fuckin' faced on a hill of ice Mag hot now, nigga, 50 G's the price Timbaland good for that-, I invented that Hear the hi-hat, hear the bassline on the track Remember "One in a Million" when I left yah back Producers saying, "How you get your sound like that?" I don't know playa, I'm a creative cat Got party people dancing to this and that Got party people saying, "This a dope-ass track!" All my party people gon' do what? (Get buck) Get some liquor in the gut (so whatup?) Get them lighters lit up, make them get up With something, the East and West gon' bump All my party people gon' do what? (Get crunk) Get some liquor in the gut (so whatup?) Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangstar shit That's beating in yo' trunk Timbaland hit them with the um, ah-um, ah-um-ahh, you gon' do what? Stop fronting you bumping the new cut Like a shoe ah, um ah-um ah, hit them in the gut Twitching and itching to get up, I hit them up With some skinless to vibe to and ride to With the stanky inside you, listen to while a freak licking you Go on a bogus mission to, something you crip-walk in the kitchen to Something you bump on the porch or the park Or pump it while you displaying yo' heart when you flex on a mark You can play it to clear your head from drama with the feds And all the homes like down for when they in the dark Used to rock up at the block club, players wasn't riding slick You can let your mind cruise for miles They can't tell no sucker who's allowed, with a strap on the mic I'm thinking how can I move the crowd, move the crowd All my party people gon' do what? (Get buck) Get some liquor in the gut (so whatup?) Get them lighters lit up, make them get up With something, the East and West gon' bump All my party people gon' do what? (Get crunk) Get some liquor in the gut (so whatup?) Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangstar shit That's beating in yo' trunk All my party people gon' do what? (Get buck) Get some liquor in the gut (so whatup?) Get them lighters lit up, make them get up With something, the East and West gon' bump All my party people gon' do what? (Get crunk) Get some liquor in the gut (so whatup?) Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangstar shit That's beating in yo' trunk Bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me, bounce, ow-ow-ow, ow-ow-ow-ow-ah Shake wit' me, shake wit' me, shake wit' me, shake Bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me Shake wit' me, shake wit' me Ow, one time, bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me Yo, ahh Remember when you first found me? I was working at Burger King Now take a good look around me Look at all these cars, look at all these girls Why you always trying to put down me? Why you always trying to put down me? You get 'round your friends and try to clown me Why you always trying to pull that boo-boo? I'm getting tired of all that bullshit Always talking this and that Your girls screaming, "We love him!" See girls, they love me Girl, that's just, only Tim Yes, it's only Tim What'chu talking about that's only Tim? Yeah, what'chu talking about that's only Tim? 'Cause, I made it this far (this far) Made it without yo' money (yo' money) Made it without yo' car (yo' car) Made it without yo' naggin' (what?) Now look who's the star (whoo!) I made it this far (this far) Made it without yo' money (yo' money) Made it without yo' car (yo' car) Made it without yo' naggin' (what?) Now look who's the star (whoo!) You know what I'm saying? Why it got to happen to people like me, I don't get it I don't understand it That's why people like myself only hang with self And nobody else Easy now