know what? Yea you know what. [Chorus] Yea I came to party, but I don't wanna party with you. You know I ain't nobody. Yea I came to party, but I don't
know what? Yea you know what. [Chorus:] Yea I came to party, but I don't wanna party with you. You know I ain't nobody. Yea I came to party, but I don't
up here we go, go Let's fly Up, up here we go, go Where we stop nobody knows, knows Where we goin' we don't need roads, roads And where we stop nobody
, okay Ain't it obvious we overheated You talkin' that slick shit But I jus' know that you meant me But evidently, you don't know I get your ass gone permanently It ain't
you think this is? hands up everybody spread'em the first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet'em ain't nobody gettin' out alive, if I don't get that
Chorus: Kardinal we notorious ain't nobody can hang with us Rascalz, Checkmate, Kardinal and Thrust Choclair coming down with that northern touch why
I get a 'wow'? So hear me now it's a regular routine thing where brothers do their thing It ain't arsenic, but it's definitely a night thing The atmosphere
elimate tricks been to this get with this I really couldn't see that I don't give a dam who you be Supposed to be can't nobody step to the S-U-A-V-E Maybe
Navy Seal team make a bitch scream Make 'em suck a dick dipped in vaginal cream 'Cause you mothafuckas ain't worth the earth that you walk on You ain't
it out as a jam that's spreading It-it ain't nuttin like hip-hop music You like it cos you choose it Most DJ's won't refuse it A lotta sucker MC's misuse
man in my bed I ain't been feeling that good too much no more, she said, I swear She pointed at the bedroom door and said I ain't going in there She
leavin' Crunk as fuck and ain't no name To the name that I'm schemin' Like Michele Vic I'm talkin', shit ain't playin' So, I don't need a reason To
mode If I smell the scent of Yung Berg on ya Till it ain't no more, ain't no dough Get into his ass cause I ain't opposed I'm a living anal probe I'm
Don't break it up, let 'em go, let 'em fight (let 'em fight) [Gipp] Yeah, it ain't nothin for Gipp to put it where them magazines change the whole atmosphere
em with the hardcore stuff Cause my glock's not enough, sometimes a man fi get cuffed Handled ruff, we're minded too dangerous Ain't no messin with nobody
man in my bed? ?Well, I ain?t been feeling that good Too much, no more?, she said, I swear She pointed at the bedroom door Said, ?I ain?t going in there
