Dj Quik - I Don't Wanna Party Wit U lyrics

Get back before i get raised, get lower Do some extreme sh**, keep from bein bored Now it's double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen They get hot and get f**ed and don't remember from buzzin That's why you don't see me, i ain't at the club I'm chillin with my homies in the city of hugs Because they need me more than that hoe (that hoe), the big fat hoe Tryna' get every ballin n***a in the saddle Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man Now a days you can't tell, watch the crotch, it might swell You needs a pap smear You need to know if you got an std, Some little critters in ya trap dear Get on, me and my homies is indivisible And don't floss money, it looks better when it's invisible We get props from wall street to y'all street If ya missed it, i stay consistant, we got heat C-p-t style, o-g me style, the d-j q-u-i-k with no c style In yo' town, don't trip n***a, it goes down And when you see me in all blue, you gon' frown But i'm rigid the ghetto, i'm rigid with rap Money or respect b**h, i'd rather have the digits than dat So give me the hats, do you want the meat or the scraps? Put heat on my naps and i'ma hell look sweet on my lap 'cause it's the same thang tryna' k** the gang bang Set examples for the kids, on how to maintain Never be a lame brain Y'all ain't gotta feel the same pain That put a n***a like me on the mainframe Bow down, back up n***a, i'm hot now And don't try to resuscitate me when i'm shot down Just call my homie theo on the radio And let him know his little homie quiksta had to go Because 'gangsta, gangsta', that's what they yellin But n***as do dirt, get caught, and start tellin Talkin to you g's with no heart We was throwin and runnin from bullets Before gangsta rappin was an art n***a (n***a), so don't test ya bullet-proof vest 'cause real n***as do real thangs up under stress That's from the c-p-t, young g with heart, too Oh we still party, but now it's part ii And (hook) (i don't wanna party wit you) Hell naw 'cause b**h you scary You 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos, You're bald but your legs are hairy (i don't wanna party wit you) Hmm, hell naw You need to put some lotion on 'cause ya skin is peelin around them bullet wounds on ya back You're fat plus you're abortion-prone I'd rather be a young exec, than the puppet on the other end Danglin by a neuce on his neck They can't handle me, 'cause i'm where the --- be And underground n***a on erickston, now there is the family That i'ma roll wit, take control wit Have a ball, break bread, and share the store wit Even though i'm thirsty for money in the worst way I ain't go cry if i don't go platinum on the first day Watch me, get my hustle on with the friendly competition Y'all got papers but i got the latest tradition A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what i crack And if you ain't got that, keep wishin And to you b**h-a** n***as in the maze Comin at a player with --- ways Keep lickin on that other sound And stay north of the 105 hip hop heads, 'cause this is underground Right by the water, can't do right by ya daughter But look at all the sh** that i done bought her See lyrics ain't nothin if the beat ain't crackin And these beats smackin, that's why the g's keep stackin, n***a (hook) (i don't wanna party wit you) Hell naw 'cause n***a you's a scuffla Your braids is dingy, your clothes ain't got no creases And your lips look like you s**ed a muffler (i don't wanna party wit you) Hell naw 'cause b**h you didn't know me when you was fine as wine and thick Now you sick from smokin that sh**, you're broke and plus you're boney W-e-s-t, c-o-a-s-t, that's where the hydroponic with no seeds be So don't trip when you see me on the tv, or my cd And my eyes are really r-e-d See the --- is free (shh shh shh), pardon me for bein speaky Switchin on y'all that wanna jeek me What makes you even try that way? Yeah i might be fly, but i don't fly that way Hmm, even on a gallon a sisco i could never go disco Dude i ain't from frisco And to these b**hes, y'all trippin, we ain't layin wit y'all Just because we say we wanna f**, we playin wit y'all This is entertainment, we tryna' make us some change We ain't impressed by what you got up under your hanes b**h that's yo' trap, and that's yo' sap Let me spit the cap while she sit in yo' lap Homie, don't you know me Jealous-a** n***as wanna flow me (why) Just because yo' woman wanna blow me On the strength i give that hoe a tittie-toy 'cause i'm the only ugly n***a gettin away with bein pretty boy (hook) (i don't wanna party wit you) Hmm, hell naw Now this is how the sporty bounce We stay away from you broke-a** n***as Always beggin and ain't got a dime on the 40 oz (i don't wanna party wit you) Hmm, hell naw 'cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol' long a** roll And ya stockin smellin like avon and that horse want his 'fro back (i don't wanna party wit you) Hmm, hell naw And n***a i can't stand ya And i ain't got nothin but some advice, A map, a bar of soap, some water and a towel to hand ya (i don't wanna party wit you) Hmm, hell naw Now i'ma be real wit it All my f**in life i ain't never wanted fame But since the sh** done came i gotta deal wit it (i don't wanna party wit you) Ya know, but i'ma do it like my homie say Check it, i don't give a f** about fame I'd rather deal with the money, y'all can have the name I'm out Yeah