I Don T Wanna Party Wit U lyrics

Get back before i get raised, get lower
Do some extreme shit, keep from bein bored
Now it`s double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen
They get hot and get fucked and don`t remember from buzzin
That`s why you don`t see me, i ain`t at the club
I`m chillin with my homies in the city of hugs
Because they need me more than that hoe (that hoe), the big fat hoe
Tryna` get every ballin nigga in the saddle
Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man
Now a days you can`t tell, watch the crotch, it might swell
You needs a pap smear
You need to know if you got an std,
Some little critters in ya trap dear
Get on, me and my homies is indivisible
And don`t floss money, it looks better when it`s invisible
We get props from wall street to y`all street
If ya missed it, i stay consistant, we got heat
C-p-t style, o-g me style, the d-j q-u-i-k with no c style
In yo` town, don`t trip nigga, it goes down
And when you see me in all blue, you gon` frown
But i`m rigid the ghetto, i`m rigid with rap
Money or respect bitch, i`d rather have the digits than dat
So give me the hats, do you want the meat or the scraps?
Put heat on my naps and i`ma hell look sweet on my lap
`cause it`s the same thang tryna` kill the gang bang
Set examples for the kids, on how to maintain
Never be a lame brain
Y`all ain`t gotta feel the same pain
That put a nigga like me on the mainframe
Bow down, back up nigga, i`m hot now
And don`t try to resuscitate me when i`m shot down
Just call my homie theo on the radio
And let him know his little homie quiksta had to go
Because `gangsta, gangsta`, that`s what they yellin
But niggas do dirt, get caught, and start tellin
Talkin to you g`s with no heart
We was throwin and runnin from bullets
Before gangsta rappin was an art
Nigga (nigga), so don`t test ya bullet-proof vest
`cause real niggas do real thangs up under stress
That`s from the c-p-t, young g with heart, too
Oh we still party, but now it`s part ii
And

(hook)
(i don`t wanna party wit you)
Hell naw
`cause bitch you scary
You 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos,
You`re bald but your legs are hairy
(i don`t wanna party wit you)
Hmm, hell naw
You need to put some lotion on
`cause ya skin is peelin around them bullet wounds on ya back
You`re fat plus you`re abortion-prone

I`d rather be a young exec, than the puppet on the other end
Danglin by a neuce on his neck
They can`t handle me, `cause i`m where the --- be
And underground nigga on erickston, now there is the family
That i`ma roll wit, take control wit
Have a ball, break bread, and share the store wit
Even though i`m thirsty for money in the worst way
I ain`t go cry if i don`t go platinum on the first day
Watch me, get my hustle on with the friendly competition
Y`all got papers but i got the latest tradition
A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what i crack
And if you ain`t got that, keep wishin
And to you bitch-ass niggas in the maze
Comin at a player with --- ways
Keep lickin on that other sound
And stay north of the 105 hip hop heads, `cause this is underground
Right by the water, can`t do right by ya daughter
But look at all the shit that i done bought her
See lyrics ain`t nothin if the beat ain`t crackin
And these beats smackin, that`s why the g`s keep stackin, nigga

(hook)
(i don`t wanna party wit you)
Hell naw
`cause nigga you`s a scuffla
Your braids is dingy, your clothes ain`t got no creases
And your lips look like you sucked a muffler
(i don`t wanna party wit you)
Hell naw
`cause bitch you didn`t know me when you was fine as wine and thick
Now you sick from smokin that shit, you`re broke and plus you`re boney

W-e-s-t, c-o-a-s-t, that`s where the hydroponic with no seeds be
So don`t trip when you see me on the tv, or my cd
And my eyes are really r-e-d
See the --- is free (shh shh shh), pardon me for bein speaky
Switchin on y`all that wanna jeek me
What makes you even try that way?
Yeah i might be fly, but i don`t fly that way
Hmm, even on a gallon a sisco i could never go disco
Dude i ain`t from frisco
And to these bitches, y`all trippin, we ain`t layin wit y`all
Just because we say we wanna fuck, we playin wit y`all
This is entertainment, we tryna` make us some change
We ain`t impressed by what you got up under your hanes
Bitch that`s yo` trap, and that`s yo` sap
Let me spit the cap while she sit in yo` lap
Homie, don`t you know me
Jealous-ass niggas wanna flow me (why)
Just because yo` woman wanna blow me
On the strength i give that hoe a tittie-toy
`cause i`m the only ugly nigga gettin away with bein pretty boy

(hook)
(i don`t wanna party wit you)
Hmm, hell naw
Now this is how the sporty bounce
We stay away from you broke-ass niggas
Always beggin and ain`t got a dime on the 40 oz
(i don`t wanna party wit you)
Hmm, hell naw
`cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol` long ass roll
And ya stockin smellin like avon and that horse want his `fro back
(i don`t wanna party wit you)
Hmm, hell naw
And nigga i can`t stand ya
And i ain`t got nothin but some advice,
A map, a bar of soap, some water and a towel to hand ya
(i don`t wanna party wit you)
Hmm, hell naw
Now i`ma be real wit it
All my fuckin life i ain`t never wanted fame
But since the shit done came i gotta deal wit it
(i don`t wanna party wit you)
Ya know, but i`ma do it like my homie say
Check it, i don`t give a fuck about fame
I`d rather deal with the money, y`all can have the name
I`m out
Yeah