Method Man
Tical 2000: Judgement Day
Party Crasher
Aww shit, not these niggas again
Hey yo listen, I'm only lettin five of you muthafuckers in here tonight
If your man ain't on the guest list he get to the back of the fuckin line
And you know another muthafuckin thing?
I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink in this muthafucker tonight
I'm kickin all y'all the fuck outta here
[Method Man]
Uhh
Muthafuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin death
Nigga if you scared why don't your ass just stay the fuck home
Check it out, uhh
Me and mines at the door, ain't tryin to pay a fee
Stop playin, you fuckin with me, I push my way in
Bumrush, there's plenty of us to tear the club up
Guzzlin Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch
Bouncer nigga lookin like he want war now
I ain't the one you got to front for
Pattin me down like the law
As I stumble in the party
Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure
Loungin near the bar section
Rolled the L and kept steppin, concealed weapon
Razor sharp blue star hatchet in the sleeve of my jacket
Who that kid on the dance floor lookin for matches?
Burn somethin, one toke got me blasted
Took another toke then I passed it, choke
Fantastic herb ain't no joke
Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish
Ladies on the dance floor shakin they asses
The millon dollar broke niggaz that's makin passes
Honey with the eye glasses, body work is boombastic
Skin like blackberry molasses, mmmmm
At last it's time to step and make her mine
Niggas headin toward the bathroom tuckin they shines
Brothers got to keep it movin
Playin with kids that won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban
You know what this is
Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream
End of story, couldn't find shorty
Party scene's now a fucked up chaotic thing
Won't be long before the sirens intervene the territory
Can't we all get along without the ruckus
Got big bouncer muthafuckers tryin to rush us
I can take a hint, what?
Can smell the stench of a hell bent environment, the odds against us
Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall
All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl
Uhh, every time I try to have a good time why?
Somebody always fuckin it up killin my high, damn
Monkey wrench the whole program, party over
By that time I'm dead sober
In the midst of this whole shit four soldiers
Dead gone
You can tell that they was heat holders
Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set
Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck
Some Brooklyn kids rushed the coat check, they whole set
Stompin Duke half to death and took his Rolex, it's horrible
Like a front page article, Mister Pitiful
About a step away now from critical, uhh
As I boned out I thought I heard the people shout
Niggas, yeah cold turn the party out
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