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Party Over Here Lyrics

Ghostface Killah – Party Over Here Lyrics

Hahaa.. (Yeah)
Tony Starks, nigga
I ain't going nowhere (Yeah)
Ya'll feel me?
We 'bout to finish this all though (Aha?!)
Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, get it
Yo, yo

[Verse 1]
Yo, the old lady said this shooter was 5' 6"
And she don't know, how he got away with 5 of them bricks
Across the street a group of men had held nine sticks
Those and choppers, being sprayed, and all of them missed
(Uhh) low and groom, got away with it
Your parents be four of them joints if I stay with 'em
(Uhh) What the fuck ya'll think? I wasn't born
Without a slick between my legs with a whole [?]?
Nah! I'm a gangsta, besides getting paper, move my poems
Fuck around, and get rook
Besides that, any jux session, and then I be
Putting these stones in your skin and you get cooked
Hahaa, Blood spillin' like lava, face on the concrete no agua
Nasty killer, well, horror, you wasn't even the main Andre house
That's for a starter

[Hook]
(Party Over Here)
I'm talking like it's about to get deadly
We stay getting ready
(Party Over Here)
Staten Island, stay style, boy, turn off the lights like Teddy
(Party Over Here)
More paper, hoes that's swallowing, scatter warm and later
(Party Over Here)
Don't you dare run nigga, just hand over the goods, or we're takin'

[Verse 2]
Bottle after bottle, Remy, Dark Goose, Moscato
Through the club, and the gear - full throttle
Player on one side, killers on the other
Hoes in the middle, plus it's jam-packed, flooded
Sweating through my silver life, I might suck it
Mad hoes, got 'em on the string, like a puppet
Party over here, lil' niggas stepped over my case
Without sayin' "partin' over here"
Two of my goons seen a falcon over there
Came back with whatever that fuckboy had in his ear
Neck, chest, wrists, he couldn't persevere
Pet rally on his neck, gave up the jewels like, "Here!"
Nickel-plated bulldogs, 12-inch boogers and long leathers
To pluck any bird nigga feather
Staten Island, we get ours regardless
Don't forget, we do the pressin'
Y'all just press charges

[Hook]
(Party Over Here)
I'm talking like it's about to get deadly
We stay getting ready
(Party Over Here)
Staten Island, stay style, boy, turn off the lights like Teddy
(Party Over Here)
More paper, hoes that's swallowing, scatter warm and later
(Party Over Here)
Don't you dare run nigga, just hand over the goods, or we're takin'
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