Spice 1 - Wet Party lyrics

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Spice 1 - Wet Party lyrics

{m-child: background talking} n***a f** this motherf**in sh** you n***as wanna go to war With us f** y'all y'all know who your a** is hatin a** n***as f** y'all motherf**ers if you say something You gotta be ready to die for that motherf**in sh** n***a we ain't going for that motherf**in sh** n***a We got guns we got tones n***a n***a we could ride up your motherf**in a** Erase your a** off the motherf**in earth we ain't going n***a f** this sh** Whatever y'all really wanna do go on and do it cause all y'all be talking {juicy j: talking} Yo yo yo yo yeah it's da juice up in this motherf**er You know what I'm saying I wanna say what's up to all these n***as out here hatin on dj paul juicy j Y'all know who you are you know what I'm saying that sh** don't phase a n***a Y'all see a n***a in the street handle your motherf**in business n***a I'm gonna invite you to this motherf**in wet party I'm gonna wet you hoe a** n***as up yeah {hook: juicy j [dj paul] 8x} We bout to throw a motherf**in wet party [wet em up] {juicy j} It's da juice from the north side of town With a frown I'm bout to get a gun and start to clown On a fool on any fool who break the rules Imma do whatever young n***a have to do To get respect to do what's next like malcolm x Never slipping I'm staring out the window with a tech Bring it on up to the door I'll never go But I'm blasting until I see you lyin on the floor This is real too real them n***as feel what I feel Them evergreen n***as bout to k** anybody Say they name where they live show some pictures Especially if it's mom or some kids Run up on ya and put em on ya like pneumonia You'll be sick I scared ya ya probably go in to a coma I ain't playing and I ain't laughing cause I'm pa**ive Just looking blasting just like I'm on the lose I'm crazy a**a**in (n***a) {hook: juicy j [dj paul] 8x} We bout to throw a motherf**in wet party [wet em up] {dj paul} Its kinda hard lets catch a spy hunting in a four cylinder Pealing a drilling a hole in your jugular Wheeling a .40 -a pissing in your skully-a Tearing a barrier black haven area But I'm slow and tear da club up thugs if you down To beat some motherf**ers soft Bullets f**ing pepperoni it's phony Step in my face make a n***a catch a case of d**h f**ing with me n***a hoe I got milk And watch it splash on your goddamn chest Cause when you're f**ing with thugs n***as you f**ing with the best f** the rest got you chilling with a real n***a from the haze There is only henn and red dog and purple haze That's the phase grandma think I'm craze f**ing d** k**a carved on your arm got a tech up in the car For your motherf**in a** see you wet the be-e-d But you better hold right up cause I'm gonna make your a** bleed b**h {hook: juicy j [dj paul] 8x} We bout to throw a motherf**in wet party [wet em up] {m-child} I hate a weak a** n***a like a devil hate life co*k that k full of rage cause the bullsh** you started Put your vest on b**h and watch me aim for your head Like whodini abracadabra motherf**er you dead As I tippy toe behind you like that doll named chucky Sludge hammer you will feel it if you living you lucky Ten stories you will fall to the motherf**in floor I don't know you tuck your nuts and die hoe (better k** me) {spice 1} Well to wet em means cash *blow blow* how you like me now I'm be murdering all of my enemy savage hatin up the town Saved for bed night stalking creeping put em all to sleep And leave em leaking bleeding seeking and steadily heating And I'll be speeding off tearing up da club not giving a f** It's just me and tear da club up thugs kept on they nuts k**ing em wet em up say wet em up say wet em up blow *blow blow* They come with the mob tactics and hear us pow *ba pow* Definitely about to buck it f** it I'm dumping them in ditches And k**ing snitches and shiesty b**hes who set em up for riches Spray these f**ing co*kroaches with these two pistols out You n***as checked into the game but you won't check out Beam the motherf**in lights and I smash the gas Clutch my b**h nina ross tight and murder they a** Which one of you n***as is first to feel the blast Ain't coming for money I want your life f** the cash {juicy j} We bout to