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Дата випуску: 03.08.1995
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Where'z Da' Party At? |
Come on, come on, there’s a little party over here\nIt’s too hot, give my crew props, let them know I’m here\nI’m shoutin out to everybody on the ave’s who hustle bags\nFrom Buckshot over to Kurupt and Daz\nAnd the bully blocks don’t stop the track\nI rock in universal cities for the college frats\nIt’s on like that, I’m 'die-hard' like Bruce Willis\nAnd if Biggie Smalls comes this party is the illest\nWhere’s the party at?\n(There's a party over here\nYo — oh no\nThere’s a party over here)\nSettin it off is Miilkbone, so everybody chill\nIf the party’s liver\nWe’re gonna glide through the night and morn'\nSince the party’s liver\nSlip in those grooves and let’s get it on\nThrow your hands in the air and let me hear you say yeah\n(Yeah!) and act like you don’t care\nIt’s Hot like 97, the cops are finally lettin\nKids kiss like 98, now it’s that time for sweatin\nSo now ain’t nobody gonna tell me how\nTo make your ears bust nuts when I turn the party out\nI make your girl bleed greed, plant my seed, it’s agreed\nThat Miilk got the brand new flava that you need\nSo come on get down and tell me how you feelin\nSexual healing’s waiting for you on the ceiling\nAnd all you gotta do is just reach out\nLet the beat ride, there’s a party on the street side\nOutside’s helter skelter, here’s the shelter\nTo help ya, cause this track’s hot to melt ya\nSo everybody get upon down\nCause when I’m around and move with the groove it’s the bomb sound\nWhere’s the party at?\nNow all I wanna know is Jersey in the house\nOaktown, Detroit, Chicago, Houston turns it out\nD.C. could see me to Norfolk, Virginia\nSpin to Atlanta and Keith Murray’ll get in ya\nI go 'round like Mary Mary jeopardy to double\nMy daily? are barely able to hear me (oh really)\nGet your groove on with more tricks\nLike on a Pussy Prairie in the Kitty Cabin at Fort Dicks\nWe ran a train like transit, it’s gone, I got shit sewn\nIt’s the mutha number one, the honkey Miilkbone\nSo big up to Big D and Uptown\nNaught and Illtown, Heavy D spreads the love 'round\n(Where the party at?)\n(There's a party over here\nYo — oh no\nThere’s a party over here)\nSettin it off is Miilkbone, so everybody chill\n(Where the party at?) |