Mobb Deep - Double Shots lyrics

(feat. Noyd) ('celebration' skit continued) It's a celebration y'all, let's do it! (Havoc) Yeah y'all Bounce, yeah, bounce YEAH! Aight? Aiyyo.. Cats like, 'Hav', what the deal Dunn?' n***a back on his grind, tryin to k** son A little shorty on some sh**, oh she still frontin? But jumped back on the dick when she saw me thumpin Straight short n***a oxin n***az givin 'em doctor stitches First chance I get, you know I'm sh**tin on them fake-a** thugs, stuntin in the club Don't get scuffed in front of these broads Homey so p**y, what they do to they broad Beat them b**hes up if they dance to the Mobb Type of sh** is that? That won't stop her from lettin us blow her back, bounce to that Homey we got this locked Like champagne in a wino hand we gon' pop and Hate on you lame-a** n***az, we need not Cause first n***az hate on us, they get shot (Chorus: repeat 2X) Just party, don't get yourself shot (uh-huh) Leave all the drama back home at the block At the bar double shots goin down, straight chillin While the DJ, playin what I'm feelin (pimpin them hoes) (Prodigy) Yeah, aiyyo I'm -- permanently bugged, genuinely thugged I'm hot-blooded, don't have me with the snub All at you with the bullets that spray pellets, you f**ked And I'm back up on shorty with the hourgla** cut We got mountains and we gon' have a smokefest son C'mon, feel like Vegas, we bringin home used paper Ain't it amazin I'll stretch how we keep bangin We got thousands to spend on them drinks gangsta Queensbridge, Mobb Deep like terrorists We come through, blow sh** up, America's nightmares right here live in the flesh Our blood and bone be sittin in Ferraris and better We out in L.A. we drive our own cars, they not renters And take flights back home to hop up in some next sh** While you tryin to get your hand on some cash We never gotta touch money again, we got plas-tic (Chorus) (Noyd) Feel that n***a, yeah Okay yo, aiyyo Aiyyo we ain't gotta lay, we can bang it out neighbor sh**, 'til them f**kin flamers empty out player Cause boy I thought you knew, don't confuse me with the music I'm on loadin nines up, ridin up, shootin it I'm hotter than the corner on the ave out in Newark I'm grimy, you find me where the loot is with Lugers The bodies, the hotties, the hustlers and the shooters With dudes that'll cut ya, that's what eatin your food is Fools know the rules pull out your tools better buck it Cause n***az be flaggin and braggin when they cut up your nugget Knee deep in the grind like 'f**k it' We gotta keep it real son that's only how the people gon' love it And learn to respect the Infamous to the d**h kid We on another level, yeah we really on some next sh** Got the techs spittin and makin more connections Makin more cash and blastin more weapons (Chorus)