G.P. Wu
Don't Go Against The Grain
Party People
Yo I'm about to go up in this Colosseum joint
Check these new cats from Shaolin
They named G.P. Grain or somethin like that
My girl done spent 50 cent on these tickets
Better have me up dancin and hands in the air and rockin the party
Somethin youknowImean?
Ladies and gentlemen
Introducing all the way from the bottom of the tree
Workin they way to the top of the chart
We got the Grain
The Final Fantastic Four!!!
Party people (Are you ready?)
Party people (Are you ready for this?)
Party people (Are you ready?)
Party people (Are you ready for this?)
Better gather 'round, G.P.'s in town (Are you ready?)
Better gather 'round, G.P.'s in town (To get sweaty)
We came to rock it and tear down these walls, it's up to y'all
What you wanna do? Ain't nuttin but a party, party
[Pop The Brown Hornet]
I want that everyday feelin to make me hit the ceilin
I can't believe we made it, no more crack dealin
My nigga on the score, fly gear galore
Stepped out lookin prettier then Prince Dejour
I see it clearly, I turn my dream into reality
A short delay, it was a small technicality
Now I'm in the thick of things, feelin my oats
I'm takin hip hop turn it up a thousand volts
Worldwide recognition take a look at what you missin
The men who got the planet got crazy ambition
Packin what you lackin, sluggin shit like Reggie Jackson
Bitches diggin me like niggas dig Toni Braxton
Distractions had to happen, payin dues from way back and
The days when Shaolin was simply known as Staten
Now I'm off the hook my schedule stay busy
Callin dimepieces askin (Where the hell is he?)
On a global escapade, gettin high in the shade
Friday night babygirl and I just got paid
My whole squad is chalk, livin large like Charles in Charge
Far from a mirage, solid like steel bars
The clock's tickin, who wants to catch an ass whippin?
Rhymes get to rippin and niggas get to bitchin
It's the same format that I use from back when
1997 we in the top ten
We came to rock it and tear down these walls, it's up to y'all
What you wanna do? Ain't nuttin but a party, party
[June Luva]
This is that type of underground shit you need
Every now and then to make your party proceed
Who am I? Another B-Boy fan
Bringing you that hip hop shit from Shaolin
I slam any MC upon his back
And play like a nerd and say "Did I do that?"
You lack the skills to be where I'm at, son I'm top notch
When your ass be playin hopscotch
I'll be underground makin moves with my shovel
Bubblin, while you exposed and still strugglin
Who's mumblin, got you scared to speak
When I see you on the street you labelled us deadmeat
I'm out to getcha and got my gladiator sword to split ya
I could see it clear like a motion-made picture
I envision my arms wrapped around your throat
That's all she wrote, soon as I squeeze your neck broke
Party people, party people
Party people, party people (Are you ready?)
Better gather 'round (Why's that), G.P.'s in town (Are you ready)
To get, to get, to get, to get, to get sweaty
Are ya, are ya, are ya ready for
Are ya, are ya, are ya ready for this?)
Ain't nuttin but a party, party
(Are ya, are ya ready for this?
Are ya ready?) G.P.'s
Uh, uh, y'all niggaz know it's G.P.
Time and time again we tried to tell you
Poppy Das, June Luva, yeah, yeah, yeah, haha
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Throw your hands in the air, throw your hands in the air, ha ha ha
Throw your hands in the air, throw your hands in the air, hit em
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