[Intro - Pharrell]
Yo, we lovin' this
I got it baby
Ain't nothin' but a par-ar-ty
On my laced out chicks, par-ty
All my n***as in the six, par-ty
Clipse comin' wit' the hits, par-ty
[Verse 1 - Terrar]
Yo, the flow echo, grab a ho, won't let go
Chick shake her a**, calypso, I'm drinkin' on the world
Sip slow, techno scene, laser beam
My team up, stand out like indigo dreams
In the club, b**hes starin', dress, Donna Karan
They inch a bit close to see the links we wearin'
The jealous cats fill the room, but that's they doom
Because if the beef get set (PW: We cause a typhoon)
Yeah, what you here for, you better prepare for
The background cause your presence no one'll care
For the automatic, retaliate if it's static
Stagger when I walk, let my emeralds talk
Terrar's status, quote unquote top, never drop
While the competition pleads and begs for us to stop
The interlock, stack like stock, style I got
Gonna make the world build off me like Tetris blocks, yo
[Hook - Pharrell]
All I wanna do is drink on the world
Layin' on the beach, takin' sips wit' my girl
Here they come tryna trouble me
I just giggle cause I know they don't see
Nor can they hear so they need to explain
It's piece on pieces, that's simple and plain
This is our ode to the galaxy
n***as in the wrong if you feel like me
[Verse 2 - Malice]
Do you not know what the Clipse is
Malicious, M.C. type relentless
Why risk going against this, senseless
You in the realm where your team is defenseless
Players we ball, you in the benches
Full of clips, underground wit' extensions
You thought the camp had love, we show none like a shogun
Malice murderin' MCs, except wit' no gun
The slow gun, beat'll live fast, die young
We from where they strike in the flash, like Cy Young
How you come where you ain't welcome puzzlin'
Take us more sips to cliss, we guzzlin'
Got me wonderin', how can you live wit' yourself
Move a detective, similar to the 'self
Drama, you want drama, we do drama
The prize package, we blow like Unibomber
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Malice]
It's a fine line, between the have and the ain't got
Mad cause you ain't hot, in fact, far from it
Watchin' you plummet, we reside at the summit
Full of clips, run this, ridiculous
Why you makin' me laugh, the Clipse
In an E-cla**, tap the wine gla** at the lip
Then on behalf of the clique, take a sip
Remember how we used to be like, now it be like, whatever
Malice and Terrar, of the bad double header
[Terrar]
It's the congruent, symmetrical bomb unit
Opposition fate, end up in found unit
Sync wit' the flow, hell no, we fine tunin'
And make the lie, kiss while you break your spine to it
Talkin' to make you feel me walkin' without a worry
Blaze up the spot, watch the whole crowd hurry
Magnetic, do you like a tractor, pathetic
Fully clips, M.O., yo, ready to set hit
[Hook x2 w/ ad-libs]
[Outro - Pharrell]
Par-ty..
Ain't nothin' but a Clipse par-ty
All my n***as in the six, par-ty
On my laced out chicks, par-ty