N.A.S.A. - Party Hard lyrics

[Intro - Camu Tao - talking] Yo, yo (y'all ain't ready), what up? Yo, yo (y'all ain't ready), what up? Yo, yo (y'all ain't ready), let's go? Yo, yo (y'all ain't ready) Yo, yo, yo (y'all ain't ready), what up? Yo, yo (y'all ain't ready), what up? Yo, yo (y'all ain't ready), let's go? Yo, yo (y'all ain't ready), yo, yo [Verse 1 - Mr. Lif] I step up in the place with that look on my face Aww sh**, Lif is here and ready to rip He got the mic on his hip in the holster Told ya, true motherf**in rap soldier Party people in the place, I like to get to know ya First push up your hands if you's a weed smoker Get them cigarettes out of the place I can't stand people blowin smoke all up in my face And now you, tell the party people who you are (wooo!) (Dude, my name is Chuck and I like to party HARD!) (yeah bro, party man!) This guy's one drink away from a spill (Hey yo, this brother needs some water), play it cool son, chill Ladies lookin so delicious, I'm vicious With this mic in my hand, I can grant wishes Which is your desire, want to hear the hot fire? I'm not Dylan, this here my song First of all strike a B-boy stance And if it's rough enough, maybe then we can advance Hey yo Fakts, put the needle on the record with poison All my peoples in the place just make some noise [Hook - Camu Tao] - w/ ad libs Ok, how many people wanna party with me? (what up?) Yeah, you in the building, you chillin, you illin with me (What up?) No go to get your tickets, so then get in with me (let's go) We keep it bangin, I'm sayin, just dance to the beat (let's go) Ok, how many people wanna party with me? (what up?) Yeah, you in the building, you chillin, you illin with me (What up?) No go to get your tickets, so then get in with me (let's go) We keep it bangin, I'm sayin, just dance to the beat (dance to the beat) "yo, yo" - repeated in the background throughout the Chorus [Verse 2 - Guru] Now why they wanna get me started? Been doin this since Biz said to "get retarded" My reputation alone, can get me charted Now Free Agent makin noise, so they stress me harder Last year a lot of chicks walked right past me Quick to hate on a player, tryin to typecast me Now it's like 'hey, I saw your new video' And I'm like 'yeah, I'm just pa**in through,' silly ho Can't believe I got folks so besides themselves What? Nobody supposed to eat besides themselves Hope they keep some heat besides themselves Or keep someone to hold them down, besides themselves I MC, why you others just rap And I don't have to kick imaginary sh**, just facts So knuckle up, cause you could lose it all I'm like a number one contender, refuse to fall [Hook] [Verse 3 - Akrobatik] In my stance, I'm +Definitively Jux+ to pose I'm blessed, promoters hittin with me bucks for flows We the pros, can't nobody oppose the Black Dialogue Coverin with my shine, like it's L.A. by the smog MC's I laugh at all Cause y'all some disappointments (uh), like U.S.A. Basketball This beat will make me "Zone Out" (zone out) like Salaam Remi f** a VMA, y'all n***as should win Emmy's Better acting sk**s than Demi Pretty for the camera, but when it's rhyme time, you ain't ready I steady keep 'em comin to the shows in bunches Hunnies love the belly, so I don't do crunches (*laughing*) And even if you got a six pack When it's time to bring the chicks back, I bet the one you wanted digs Ak But let me switch back to humble And politic with y'all, cause I see the heads are ready to rumble So pick up your hands with a clenched fist (word) Wipe your face from the sweat that your body is drenched with Real go getters, make noise like it's a riot (what?) Everybody else just keep the f** quiet, like [Hook] [Outro - Camu Tao - talking] Let's go! (*echo*) What up? (*echo*) What up? (*echo*) Let's go! (*echo*) What up? (*echo*)