Posta Boy - It's My Party lyrics

[Intro: Nelly] Whoo! (so filthy) So filthy... so filthy [Chorus: Nelly] I said it's my party I can get high if I want to I can blaze or light if I want to Or just smile if I want to (I said) Now at my party, I can rule the world if I want to I can drink 'till I hurl if I want to Or take your girl if I want to [Verse: Murphy Lee] Now Murphy Lee gunna smoke when he wanna wanna Bill the Corona-ona Half a onion other California marijuana I'm feelin' clean like my rims I know I keep nines on my side but I still like tens It's my party so I do what I gotta St. Louis heard my motta' Meanwhile bring your own bottle Cause we gon' party till the lights come on And if the song stop, f** it cause my mic still on Man, don't see her face but I see her thong Man, she bendin' over like she giving me dong (damn) What can I say I'm just a playa in my own way Hate to see her leave but love to see her walk away I'm with Posta, we like toastas We make bread burn ya if you get any closa' So once again this is my party And if it turns into a jungle gym this is what you say [Chorus] [Verse: Cardan] Check it, I step in the club They like "ooh his Nike's" He scream, she scream "he so icey" Might see my girl but you don't know wifey Girls say I'm cute so the dudes don't like me Hey, I came here to party and live it up (live it up) Pop ten bottles go home and spit it out That's how we do it, cause money ain't a thing ma You see the bling? there's plenty where that came from Mami I'm just here to rock your body (body) Ain't no drama inside my party I came here in big ol' tires Big Dog so I like to sit up higher Mami sittin' back till they at martini Posta pullin' up in the AP Lamb'ghini It's my party I get high if I want to Smoke blind take your baby bye bye if I want to, oh! [Chorus] [Verse: The Posta Boy] Check it, check it, check it I say it's my party so I do what I want to End of the night I'm a screw who I want to Truck out in the garage, get the coupe if I want to I paint my sh** blue if want to, yeah n***as think this The House Of Blues Welll, this a Fo' Reel party come out to juice Four hot sixteens, come out there too And the Feds gotta lift you out the pool I'm the rookie of the year who signed them top deals Me and C-Love come through on hot wheels; mami back away Cause if I empty my pockets it'll look like St.Patricks Day I'm the kid by the far blue 'vancin on Those two those four, women glancin' on Blew the wop in the party till the brancin' gone Yo dirty let 'em hear what they dancin' on, I say [Chorus] (2x)