Song | Funky Lil' Party |
Artist | Paris |
Album | Sleeping with the Enemy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Paris | |
Finna roll to the party, still in demand | |
Troopin' thicker than a ball team, packin' the van | |
Always movin' as a unit every brother stands strapped | |
But still we got enough sense to never bust 'em too fast | |
And now I'm runnin' a roll call, startin' with D | |
Big Doc and Yon, K-Cloud and E | |
Young Bob, Rich, Oz and my man A.B. | |
And can't forget Big Gene, still keepin' the peace | |
Rollin' stones still rollin' on our way to the club | |
Every spot that we step into showin' nothin' but love | |
Never payin' to play and never waitin' in line | |
We're never lookin to start shit, but just a good time | |
And as we step into the place, you know the party is fat | |
Females wall to wall, got us all back to back | |
Rollin' thicker than butter, y'know the crew never lose | |
And some fools is jealous, cause the women is choosin' | |
I see hard stares of the glares from the young bucks | |
And the stank of the dank could make a elephant knees buck | |
I'm makin' my way to the bar for some juice when the move | |
Was interrupted by two twins and they friends sportin' body suits | |
They said whaddup, I said whaddup, and they broke it down | |
They said they want to do the oochie coochie and spread it 'round | |
I stepped back, and had to think a minute 'cause damn G | |
If you'da seen what I was seein' you woulda felt weak | |
But I thought fast, yo black I had to pass | |
I hate it when I see my sister movin too fast | |
I know you need some knowledge of self for your young ass | |
'Cause hoein' only get you kids, AIDS or crabs | |
But then, the funk start jumpin' on the other side | |
Some brothers in the corner start to havin' a fist fight | |
Gats popped, blacks dropped, the party became a riot | |
And all because some niggas didn't know how to act right | |
The fact is that it wasn't rap to blame | |
It's a shame that just a few could mess it up for the whole scene | |
But I said it once, and I'ma say it again | |
We better learn to love each other 'fore we all drop dead | |
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all | |
I'm tryin' to wake the black with mack raps y'all | |
It's alright y'all, so don't fight y'all | |
I'm tryin' to keep us from killin up every night y'all | |
And just live.. | |
*Check the music playin'*... |
zuo ci : Paris | |
Finna roll to the party, still in demand | |
Troopin' thicker than a ball team, packin' the van | |
Always movin' as a unit every brother stands strapped | |
But still we got enough sense to never bust ' em too fast | |
And now I' m runnin' a roll call, startin' with D | |
Big Doc and Yon, KCloud and E | |
Young Bob, Rich, Oz and my man A. B. | |
And can' t forget Big Gene, still keepin' the peace | |
Rollin' stones still rollin' on our way to the club | |
Every spot that we step into showin' nothin' but love | |
Never payin' to play and never waitin' in line | |
We' re never lookin to start shit, but just a good time | |
And as we step into the place, you know the party is fat | |
Females wall to wall, got us all back to back | |
Rollin' thicker than butter, y' know the crew never lose | |
And some fools is jealous, cause the women is choosin' | |
I see hard stares of the glares from the young bucks | |
And the stank of the dank could make a elephant knees buck | |
I' m makin' my way to the bar for some juice when the move | |
Was interrupted by two twins and they friends sportin' body suits | |
They said whaddup, I said whaddup, and they broke it down | |
They said they want to do the oochie coochie and spread it ' round | |
I stepped back, and had to think a minute ' cause damn G | |
If you' da seen what I was seein' you woulda felt weak | |
But I thought fast, yo black I had to pass | |
I hate it when I see my sister movin too fast | |
I know you need some knowledge of self for your young ass | |
' Cause hoein' only get you kids, AIDS or crabs | |
But then, the funk start jumpin' on the other side | |
Some brothers in the corner start to havin' a fist fight | |
Gats popped, blacks dropped, the party became a riot | |
And all because some niggas didn' t know how to act right | |
The fact is that it wasn' t rap to blame | |
It' s a shame that just a few could mess it up for the whole scene | |
But I said it once, and I' ma say it again | |
We better learn to love each other ' fore we all drop dead | |
It' s like that y' all, it' s like that y' all | |
I' m tryin' to wake the black with mack raps y' all | |
It' s alright y' all, so don' t fight y' all | |
I' m tryin' to keep us from killin up every night y' all | |
And just live.. | |
Check the music playin'... |
zuò cí : Paris | |
Finna roll to the party, still in demand | |
Troopin' thicker than a ball team, packin' the van | |
Always movin' as a unit every brother stands strapped | |
But still we got enough sense to never bust ' em too fast | |
And now I' m runnin' a roll call, startin' with D | |
Big Doc and Yon, KCloud and E | |
Young Bob, Rich, Oz and my man A. B. | |
And can' t forget Big Gene, still keepin' the peace | |
Rollin' stones still rollin' on our way to the club | |
Every spot that we step into showin' nothin' but love | |
Never payin' to play and never waitin' in line | |
We' re never lookin to start shit, but just a good time | |
And as we step into the place, you know the party is fat | |
Females wall to wall, got us all back to back | |
Rollin' thicker than butter, y' know the crew never lose | |
And some fools is jealous, cause the women is choosin' | |
I see hard stares of the glares from the young bucks | |
And the stank of the dank could make a elephant knees buck | |
I' m makin' my way to the bar for some juice when the move | |
Was interrupted by two twins and they friends sportin' body suits | |
They said whaddup, I said whaddup, and they broke it down | |
They said they want to do the oochie coochie and spread it ' round | |
I stepped back, and had to think a minute ' cause damn G | |
If you' da seen what I was seein' you woulda felt weak | |
But I thought fast, yo black I had to pass | |
I hate it when I see my sister movin too fast | |
I know you need some knowledge of self for your young ass | |
' Cause hoein' only get you kids, AIDS or crabs | |
But then, the funk start jumpin' on the other side | |
Some brothers in the corner start to havin' a fist fight | |
Gats popped, blacks dropped, the party became a riot | |
And all because some niggas didn' t know how to act right | |
The fact is that it wasn' t rap to blame | |
It' s a shame that just a few could mess it up for the whole scene | |
But I said it once, and I' ma say it again | |
We better learn to love each other ' fore we all drop dead | |
It' s like that y' all, it' s like that y' all | |
I' m tryin' to wake the black with mack raps y' all | |
It' s alright y' all, so don' t fight y' all | |
I' m tryin' to keep us from killin up every night y' all | |
And just live.. | |
Check the music playin'... |