Ll Cool J - Come And Party With Me lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Fat Joe, Sheek Louch)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
<i>[Chorus: LL Cool J]</i><br>
We can chill up in the club, we can pop a little bub<br>
We can chill up in the VIP<br>
You can show a nigga love, you can give me back rubs<br>
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)<br>
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)<br>
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)<br>
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)<br>
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)<br>
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<i>[Hook: LL Cool J (girl)]</i><br>
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up)<br>
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up)<br>
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up)<br>
One-two, and pump it up<br>
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<i>[LL Cool J]</i><br>
They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas<br>
If this ain't Vegas, let's pretend it's Vegas<br>
I know what you up to, your skirt's outrageous<br>
But I'm so fucked up that I forgot what your name is<br>
We can jump in my drop-head and pop the throttle<br>
Live our lives for the moment, baby, fuck tomorrow<br>
Kool-Aid smile on your face, popping a bottle<br>
Like you had an orgasm and you hit the lotto<br>
Throw ya hands in the sky, why, am I<br>
So, damn fly, can't deny<br>
My shit's tight, gear, sit right<br>
Ear, big ice, j-yeah, that's right<br>
Lights are flashing, living life with passion<br>
And if this was a movie, you would be perfect casting<br>
You killing me slowly, baby, you're like an assassin<br>
And you know that I'm married, so why the fuck you keep asking<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Fat Joe]</i><br>
Now you can get with this or you can get with that<br>
You wanna pop Crys', then you need to get with Crack<br>
The whip's a 26 and the motor's in the back<br>
I call it Big Meats cuz the shit is all black<br>
Now you fucking with Coco, baby, I'm the poster, baby<br>
I'm a hustler's dream, you suppose to pay me<br>
I was dope in the airness, now I stick crack<br>
I stay fly, you seen a G four on smack, now listen<br>
Don't you wanna party with me?<br>
Where the kush is blowing and the E is free<br>
And the world is yours, it say it right on the blimp<br>
And that yacht's so big, we gotta call it a ship, hey<br>
Punks nigga, gun in the palm, nigga<br>
Pop off, whenever it's on, nigga<br>
Not tonight, I wanna hear my song<br>
And let Flex drops bombs when the shit come on, let's get it<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Sheek Louch]</i><br>
Ok, Flex let Sheek on his Cool J shit<br>
Levi's, black chuckers, hope the deuce deuce fit<br>
Two-seater, little reefer, pass the old fever<br>
Showing her what hip hop is<br>
Todd Smith, G. Rap, nigga, Kane and Biz<br>
And if I talk L.O.X., I'm getting heavy sex<br>
This early, imagine when it get to Flex<br>
Toxic heavy, all black Chevy<br>
Sheek got 'em wet, like somebody hit the levy's<br>
I got a little Porsche, but the truck fit more<br>
More goons, more chicks, when it's time to score<br>
I'm straight out the door, boned from a raw<br>
Swimming pool bottom of it, big as Shakur<br>
V.I.P. cool, but the God at the bar<br>
Partying, no shirts, tats over the scar<br>
Ice in the sharper, come here, ma, I mean<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Hook]</i><br>
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