party's in my sight I'm feelin' good when the drinks are all gone Live it up Party on Drink it down Till' the sun comes out Live it up Party on Drink
the party to the streets. Another boy, another drink, who cares what people think? Live it up Party on Drink it down Till' the sun comes out Live it up Party on
we party 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party Let's start this dance party 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party
take the party to the streets. Another boy, another drink, who cares what people think? Live it up Party on Drink it down Till' the sun comes out Live it up Party on
see how we blowin pa The lookout niggas holdin fort like they was watchtowers Buggin on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours So on and so on
on the dance floor Go to a policeman's Xmas party Gonna have a good time for the rest of my life... There's Cops on the ceiling There's Cops on the floor
true WET T-SHIRT EMCEE type person, proceeds to say various stupid things to waste time, making the contest itself take longer, thereby giving the mongoloids squatting on the dance floor
okay Keep on moving anyway Get on up when you're down (keep on movin, keep on movin) Baby, take a good look around (keep on movin, keep on movin) I
not give a fuck about you I doubt you, had different colours leakin' out you Like red, yellow and white, you got some stomach on your NIKES I got blood on
beams in the club leave your jeans full of blood [Chorus:] Coconut juice got me real loose Like, got me leaning 3 thousand proof like Coconut juice all on the dance FLOOR
Kev tha Hustla) Yea Gettin more scrill, deal or no deal uh Yea, chubby bags Heavy hustle, course the gang, uh [VERSE 1] On, and on, and on, and on and
layin' I'm Hen-Gee, a Spinmaster, hear what I'm sayin'? Party on the dance floor Party on the dance floor Party on the dance floor Party on the dance floor
in the ground, and drag 'em out onto the dance floor. Tell 'em what it stand for: now when they came they had they pants on--we beat bitches up out their
the club Red beams in the club leave your jeans full of blood Coconut juice got me real loose like Got me leaning three thousand proof like Coconut juice all on the dance floor
nine out Right up in the club I'll put you to death And while the guns still smokin I'm a dance on your chest The prince of the party pushing with the power Dance
