SLAUGHTERHOUSE - Party lyrics
rate meWhat the fuck you talking about?
You ain't in my lane, nigga!
This is Slaughterhouse
Me and you ain't the same, nigga!
Why you think your bitch on my dick?
Cause I'm a …nigga!
Made nigga deep in her pussy like a grave digga!
I'm so high that I can chill on the roof
Pop an Oxycontin pill in the booth,
Give 'em the truth!
Tell the world them lyrical killers still on the loose
If I make the crowd bounce, my nigga Eminem will record!
That's why the rhymes Crooked I spit is making a mosh pit
Fly shit, sicker than hospice, taking 'em hostage
Yeah, we don't party like you niggas do
We don't party like them niggas do
4 a.m. 20 groupies on the tour bus
On a coke high, waiting to fuck the 4 of us
Nah, we don't party like you niggas do!
Nah, we don't party like you niggas do!
Put some blue dolphins off in a rocket
I'm about to blast off, now I'm feeling proper
We don't party like you niggas do!
We don't party like you niggas do!
Walalalang walalalalang whoa!
Walalalang walalalalang whoa!
Fuck you nerds doing everything cause Jay Z done said it
Fuck you and your new urge to be a fake sneaker head
Fuck you and your ball game floor seats
If you just there with a broad, neither one of y'all ain't score keep
Probably thought Lebron was a cornerback
Heat game, wearing … and a Hornets hat
(Fuck you!)
Fuck you and your leather jerseys and hairy arms
Niggas bald then they get big headed like Barry Bonds
Fuck you and the crowd you perform in front of
Like you was born a stunner, your money reformed a runner
Your Instagram got bitches saying, "I heard he's rich!"
So you just fucked your first bad bitch at 36
That's what I call fake felt, never saw a weight scale
Shirt tucked in front, showing off your H belt
This one of them moments where your money ain't the issue
I can call you corny cause corny niggas get rich, too
Still a sucker, corny niggas get rich too
We don't party like you niggas do!
Walalalang walalalalang whoa!
Walalalang walalalalang whoa!
Man fuck you fuck boys, you boys fucking with the wrong one
Fuck your fake high, don't give a fuck if you're on one
Fuck that broad you're fucking, that pussy probably smell ..
Fuck, you ain't a G, who give a fuck what your belt say?
Fuck you and your section and your bottles and your sparklers
And your shades that look like night vision goggles,
(fuck you!)
Knock off, enough with all the narcotics you knock off
The hood jump off the only time you get your … off
Snapple fact you never pop off, your block's soft
Man I'll knock everybody on your block, block off!
You fake … clapper, mad actor
I'm backwards, watch how this pump give you mad asthma
Put your punk story in its last chapter
I fucked the pumps off a diva, you a Kat…!
No party's like a house party, yeah
You know a Shawty’s sleeping on that couch, probably dead
That's what we get into, why even knock?
You'll never get into
A house party, we don't party like you niggas do!
Walalalang walalalalang whoa!
Walalalang walalalalang whoa!
I know a couple new niggas tried to stop this
Let me help you out dawg, tricking is still tricking regardless
We not in the same, you funny to us
I use my mouth for my G,
You need your money to fuck!
You do a lot of that talking, I'm done when I bust
Take community pussy and be the dummy to cuff!
It's like everything you do with the opposite sex
Is the opposite of correct,
We ain't gotta give you respect
So whoever raised you ain't practiced for real
Type to buy a bitch a phone, be all checking the bill
I've seen your type, corn dog, whack … fuck
Type to pass your man a ho, then get mad when he fuck
Like you do all the shit that a real nigga don't
All that shit that a real nigga won't
Since I don't know if this sucker shit is contagious
You the nigga we see and run
No you ain't getting no bitches, you busy being one!
And one last thing for the record 'fore I get out of here
We don't party like you niggas do!
