Papoose - The Party About to Pop lyrics

[Intro] Eleven o' clock, twelve o' clock, the party 'bout to pop, pop [Verse 1] Five boroughs of d**h, you don't understand I still got New York in the palm of my hand The party 'bout to pop, the party 'bout to pop f** Patrón, I want some Remy on the rocks I know you haters don't like this Told y'all I'm the nicest My swag is priceless My mentality is righteous This bottle of champagne ('bout to, 'bout to pop) The DJ spinning, he ('bout to, 'bout to pop) I got a bad chick, she ('bout to, 'bout to pop) Her jeans so tight they ('bout to, 'bout to pop) The homies in the building, they ('bout to, 'bout to pop) I even got the waitress ('bout to, 'bout to pop) That new Pap record ('bout to, 'bout to pop) ??? [Verse 2] Walk in the party with my brand new clothes Everybody pulling out they camera phones Shorty says she can't stand me though The girl's just mad cause her man is broke I don't understand them hoes You can't wear sandals with hammer toes I used to be the man with coke, but I don't mess with the yay no more Like Amber Rose Queens up in here, they ('bout to, 'bout to pop) Harlem in here, they ('bout to, 'bout to pop) You know Brooklyn ('bout to, 'bout to pop) Staton Islan' ('bout to, 'bout to pop) The Bronx up in here, they ('bout to, 'bout to pop) My boys out in Philly, they ('bout to, 'bout to pop) The whole dirty South is ('bout to, 'bout to pop) East Coast, West Coast, they ('bout to, 'bout to pop) [Outro] Blew up on the scene, two thousand and five Skated off the scene with a one point five I'm on that Biggie sh**, hey you, hey you "I want my spot back, take two"