Kool Keith - Morgue lyrics

Party at the morgue Party at the morgue Party over there! [Verse One: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith] Women know the flame, I can't shame your fame We bought the bottles, club bring in the reign Don Don of Pino, bottle up first Call Vegas casino, the top cat with the dark blue Cadillac Up to Reno from there Hit the Filipino, let her roll, get bold, reload First name Gino, Valentino Take her to the patio, park the spot, buck you're hot You're nothin you're not, breezin the spot, you get the lot Parking lot, parking hot You hit the door, the door barkin a lot (yo) With Johnny Donny in a Mazeratti Slick Rick playin "La-Di-Da-Di" Yeah.. I bowled 'em and bake 'em and shake 'em and make 'em and take 'em and fake 'em we make 'em, bread yo mixed with Steak-Um Dressed like sheep, asalaam alaikum [Verse Two: Thee Undatakerz] Yeahhh! There's a party in the morgue, Bronx Brooklyn style! Hookers in fishnets, ladies do the wild Rrrrah! Who got the PCP? Forty ounce Olde English, fresh D.M.C. Dominate beat breaks, hopped on the queen Eastside Long Beach n***az look at me [Verse Three: Thee Undatakerz] New Jersey in the house, Philly cats on me The {?} high rock, smokin blunts of green Miami hoes in the house, G-strings and thongs Chicago pimps get paid when the record's on Rough - see me do my thing We're Detroit boss players with them pinky ringers Rinky-dink cheap who*es without chips ain't jack See the roof is on fire and the party is packed Shake and bake and take the time to make a rhyme that penetrate straight through your mind The whack, the flake, don't test the great, debate The broke I break you fake, like Greek plates Rrrah! Party in the morgue {*repeat 4X*} [Verse Four: M-Balmer] Bum-bum-bum-bummm, mistress Up in the morgue, jump in the hottub and get a backrub Surrounded by some bad n***az and a pound of bombudd They like my love, that's all I'm thinkin of Give it to me now, here we go, now here to plunder We can flow with it now And I take it dowwwwwwwwwwntown I put 'em under somehow I make it thunder I shake my back and then they wonder Sippin on Cristal, slidin through the morgue They hear me cumin... I'll be makin all the noise Now follow me boys! Who be the richest, the gist is M-Balmer the {?} mistress Y'all know y'all wanna hit this! Party in the morgue {*repeat 12X*} (with ad libs) [Outro] Yeah yeah y'all, put your hands up I wanna see everybody, put one finger in the air If you got more than two dollars in yo' pocket Let me see ya say hoooooooo, hooooooooo Yeah y'all, you partyin right now in the morgue With Thee Undertakerz, and we about to take you under So if you think you fly, and you think you the best We better than you, we hot knahmsayin? It's a platinum album and this how we doin it We doin this for the year 2005, up in here We outta here, like that y'all, c'mon!