[Verse 1: Reese One]
They say Maurice ain't fun
I been a grumpy motherf**er since I was 21
It ain't that, its just your party's be wack
I'm from an era my n***a, where everything used to crack
And now you walk up in the club, it's a motherf**ing dud
Be some super bad b**hes giving love to these scrubs
And the music don't hit all motherf**ing night with that Cash Money bullsh**
Dude I'm grown and I'm half way rich I can party at home
I got a myriad of ho's on this here Iphone
That will get on that E-40 and come jump my bones
So Imma hit up my n***a's and hit up these b**hes
Here's a thousand dollars buy some drank and sh** to mix it
And call my n***a Midget, tell him we need d**
Tell 'em bring a combo pack Imma spend a couple bucks
[Hook: Reese One]
You are cordially invited by Trouble and k**er Reese
To a party on the westside, right by the beach
It's a stone f**ing groove, everything is on me
Got a lot of sh** to smoke, got a lot of sh** to drink
You are cordially invited by Trouble and k**er Reese
To a party on the westside, right by the beach
Got a lot of sh** to eat, choice cut meats
And I can walk around n down, with no shirt and bare feet
[Verse 2: Reese One]
One of the best b**hes you ever seen
Is a back up player, third string on this team
You be picking at the pick through
I party with the p**y that you n***a's can't get to
We don't pa** around tramps
We ain't no kids, ain't gone be no double f**ing in the camp
If you touch one of my friends and then try to slurp me
Then you the kind of b**h that will slide a n***a herpes
And you the type of b**h that I don't be around
I don't know who brought this clown but tell your friend to sit down
She k**ing off my high and tearing up my bud
She is uncivilized and belongs in a club
[Hook]
You are cordially invited by Trouble and k**er Reese
To a party on the westside, right by the beach
It's a stone f**ing groove, everything is on me
Got a lot of sh** to smoke, got a lot of sh** to drink
You are cordially invited by Trouble and k**er Reese
To a party on the westside, right by the beach
Got a lot of sh** to eat, choice cut meats
And I can walk around n down, with no shirt and bare feet
[Verse 3: Reese One]
Ain't no last call, ain't no dress code
Ain't no a**hole, saying the list closed
Ain't no bar tab with three damn zeros
I ain't bout to spend that on you negros
Ain't no last call, ain't no dress code
Ain't no a**hole, saying the list closed
Ain't no bar tab with three damn zeros
I ain't bout to waste that, I'm on the West
[Hook]
You are cordially invited by Trouble and k**er Reese
To a party on the westside, right by the beach
It's a stone f**ing groove, everything is on me
Got a lot of sh** to smoke, got a lot of sh** to drink
You are cordially invited by Trouble and k**er Reese
To a party on the westside, right by the beach
Got a lot of sh** to eat, choice cut meats
And I can walk around n down, with no shirt and bare feet