KiddDaLegend - I Just Wanna Party (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1] (00:20) King Kidd, GodKidd, Kidd Da Legend/ Tray-Oh-Six; Black Trilla Family, that's the message/ I just wanna party like no other/ I just wanna party with my brothas/ With my sistahs, with my cousins/ Grams, gramps, aunts and uncles/ Everybody got an agenda off top/ Whether it's business or it's countertops you hop/ Finna spark a home invasion like some pot/ I mean some weed, Mary Jane is what I mean – stop/ Drop and roll, clock the roll, cop the role/ Fire on me, too early, share if it gets too cold/ Bang bang bang negro, onomatopoeia/ Gang bang slang n***a, YAWK! KNOCK! Peace up/ West Side or East Side, West Coast or East Coast/ Turnt up till we float, dead braggadocios, don't boast/ You think they prefer to g**n or deepthroat?/ I don't know, all I know is how to move bars to pro/ [Verse 2] (01:21) Kidd Loe is from Towson/ Profound and astound, son/ Round 1, two swings to the right/ One crisp hook and a left-right/ Right-left, 3-piece chicken dinner/ Let's finish off the night right, a'ight?/ Hotter than Thanksgiving biscuits out the oven/ On a Tuesday, two days before the food lays/ On the dining table, no relation to Frito Lays/ Oh mane, if it's Gucci-Gucci, it gets lots of plays/ I ain't talkin' wide receivers runnin' deep/ Like some penis in some vagina, very steep/ Like long female skidmarks running, Meryl Streep/ Dig the wordplay, words get played all day/ From the early morning to the dusk of day/ 24-hours, the first 16 is just a throw away/ Which means the next eight hours, I create showers/ Of meteorites and asteroids to deflower/ This reality, because in reality the ranch ain't jolly/ 'Ish is straight sour/ [Verse 3] (02:22) n***a I'm from BodyMore/ Decap-olis is the capital/ Murdaland is the state/ Get ya body stuffed in a crate/ Full of milk cartons for whoever beef startin'/ Tell Anthony Batts that he full of cheap talk/ And tell the Mayor I'm a say whatever airs/ You think it's all about the city? Nobody cares/ Why you think the real crime rate never gets aired?/ I keep my hands in the air when I see cops/ R.I.P Mike Brown, Eric Garner/ Ezell Ford, Dante Parker/ George Stinney, Oscar Grant/ Emmett Till, Trayvon Martin/ What you know about the struggles?/ What you know about trynna stay out of trouble?/ What you know about the hustle?/ And them n***as you owe to lookin' to plug you/ I'm mean to keep you quiet, on GP/ '48 Hours' make you unknowingly tell on TV/ I don't mean a Ratatouille, but this is not a movie/ This is Life, like the prisons that's waitin' on n***as, right?/