Текст (слова) песни: Method Man - Party Crasher

Intro: club bouncer

Aww shit... not these niggaz again!
Aiyyo listen!
I`m only lettin five of you motherfuckers in here tonight
If your man ain`t on the guest list
He get to the BACJ of the fuckin line
And you know another motherfuckin thing?
I don`t give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink
in this motherfucker tonight
I`m kickin ALL y`all the fuck outta here

[Method Man]
Uhh
Muh`fuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin death
Nigga if you scared why don`t yo` ass just stay the fuck home
Check it out uhh

Me and mines at the door, ain`t tryin to pay your fees
Stop playin, you fuckin with me, I push my way in
Bum rush there`s plenty of us to tear the club up
Guzzlin Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch
Bouncin nigga lookin like he want war
Now I ain`t the one you got to front Pah
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
Got millon dollar broke niggaz, that 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...

("Yo Duke that`s your diamonds right there God?
Yo that shit`ll go RIGHT where my people ain`t right now.."
"Yo don`t touch my shit!")

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 terrotory
Can`t we all get along, without the ruckus
Got big bouncin muh`fuckers, 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 they whole program, party over
By that time I`m dead sober
In the midst of this whole shit fo` 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 we critical, uhh
As I boned out I heard the people shout
NIGGAZ, yea cold turn the party out!
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh

( sirens )

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Method Man - Party Crasher Intro: club bouncer Aww shit... not these niggaz again! Aiyyo listen! I`m only lettin five of you motherfuckers in here tonight If your man ain`t on the guest list He get to the BACJ of the fuckin line And you know another motherfuckin thing? I don`t give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink in this motherfucker tonight I`m kickin ALL y`all the fuck outta here [Method Man] Uhh Muh`fuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin death Nigga if you scared why don`t yo` ass just stay the fuck home Check it out uhh Me and mines at the door, ain`t tryin to pay your fees Stop playin, you fuckin with me, I push my way in Bum rush there`s plenty of us to tear the club up Guzzlin Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch Bouncin nigga lookin like he want war Now I ain`t the one you got to front Pah 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 Got millon dollar broke niggaz, that 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... ("Yo Duke that`s your diamonds right there God? Yo that shit`ll go RIGHT where my people ain`t right now.." "Yo don`t touch my shit!") 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 terrotory Can`t we all get along, without the ruckus Got big bouncin muh`fuckers, 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 they whole program, party over By that time I`m dead sober In the midst of this whole shit fo` 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 we critical, uhh As I boned out I heard the people shout NIGGAZ, yea cold turn the party out! Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh ( sirens ) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Party Crasher: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/6623.html Все тексты песен: Method Man » Method Man - Buck 50 » Method Man - Biscuit » Method Man - The Rocks Themeknow Your Role » Method Man - Rumble » Method Man - Collaboration `98 » Method Man - Hit `em High (The Monstar`s Anthem) » Method Man - Ill Na Na » Method Man - Pussy Pop » Method Man - Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off) » Method Man - Tical 2000: Judgement Day » Method Man - One More To Go » Method Man - Next Up » Method Man - Rap Phenomenon » Method Man - P.L.O. Style » Method Man - Off The Wu-Headbanger » Method Man - 4, 3, 2, 1 » Method Man - Wu-Tang Cream Team Line Up (a.k.a. `American Cream » Method Man - WuWear: The Garment Renaissance » Method Man - P.L.O. Style » Method Man - Sucker MC`s Рекомендуем скачать: » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Человек под автобусом » Гости из Будущего - Не любовь » Гиви Чрелашвили - Дворянская честь » Григорий Дикштейн - Притча » Герман Корнилов - Огоньки » Голицына Катерина - От звоночка, до звоночка... » Гости из Будущего - Здравствуй » Голубые гитары - Ветер северный » Геннадий Жаров - Нинка » Гиви Чрелашвили - Ряды » Григорий Лепс - Я слушал дождь » Геннадий Васильев - Романс Аллы Вадимовны » Геннадий Жуков - Радостны мы, танаиты. Праздничны наши одежды... » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Наши » Геннадий Чугуев - Ленинград » Геннадий Васильев - Маэстро-ледоруб » Гарик Кричевский - Таня-джан » Группа риска - Сюзанна » Гиви Чрелашвили, Роланд Аблотия - Тоска по юности » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Иуда будет в раю
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