Ma$e - If You Want To Party lyrics

[Intro] What the f**? '99, get your name back n***a (Get your name back n***a) Double Up Motherf**er (99) Double Up Motherf**er Don't believe it, Double Up, Uh Yea yea yea yea What what what what Uh Uh Yo who got the right to flip, twice the whips Time to get paid, get twice the chips See law ain't no good unless two dice hit Hate me even if I didn't ice my sh** f** n***as, make that money and lots of it Sold four million and somebody got to love it They want Mase for video, ain't in the budget I can't take a piss without a b**h tryin' to rub it How could you know like this When it's because of me a n***a know what nice is I was 60 I have flow-itis I like my weed green and my hoe's dyke-ish You know you like this Young kid'll live by goldie advice's Pimp hoe's that come across so righteous f** though, promote on the Rolley ices Yo, that's why my j**elery looks snow white-ish Come on [1] - If you wanna party come and shake your body If you wanna party put 'em in the air Over there, over there If you wanna party come and shake your body If you wanna party put 'em in the air Over there, over there Yo I'm tryin' to live my life the largest, Vipers in garages 'Nuff money to go court and fight the charges Everybody stare at Myse the hardest That's why I'm in them all night menages Besides B.I.G., the criticly acclaimed I vow, they never bring the city to shame I pulled up the prettiest things, the prettiest range The prettiest cars, and the prettiest stars By far the prettiest Misses I pull up in the prettiest sixes So by the time you get the six b**h, I have the seven By the time you get the seven, I switch to the eight When it time I get this cake, a b**h could wait They know I could sell five so they ship me eight Come on [Repeat 1 while:] All Out, motherf**er To the d**h, motherf**er Bad Boy forever Bad Boy forever All Out, motherf**er (Uh uh) H World, motherf**er (Uh uh) To the d**h, motherf**er (uh yo) Yo why I'mma envy the lives or envy the guys Who be frontin' in the Six that's really a Five You could see I still got it by the look in my eyes I'mma blue collar criminal, crook in disguise It don't matter if it rain, I got a pool inside And a stretch range so at least 20 could ride And I could tell fake platinum from a mile away When I rap, yo' 150 thou' get paid So until then n***a, I style away Four point six swit' to the Cal' away I'm gettin' honey, I ain't with the beefin' going on I look at n***a's cars, alot a leasin' goin' on My heat get raised up, streets gets blazed up Until a n***a find my dough and pays up I lays up f**, 'till my days up Doggy style, so b**h don't f** my ways up Come on [Repeat 1]