Timbaland - The Party Anthem Feat. Lil Wayne, T-Pain and Missy Elliott lyrics
rate me[Intro:]
One-two, one-two yeah
I said one-two, one-two yeah
Everybody, hands up in the air yeah
One-two, one-two yeah
Let me see your drinks up in the air yeah
One-two, one-two yeah
One-two, one-two
It’s that modern day Tony Stark, yeah
Biggest dog in the game with the biggest bark yeah
Money, money, money, money don’t make the man
Man make the money with the biggest master plan
I got the, got the, got the, got these niggas going nuts yeah
Raising bottles in the air, the money they throwing up yeah
My peop, my peop, my peop, my gang, boy
When it’s all said and done I’m hall of fame boy yeah
I’m riding, riding, riding, riding in a new ghost
With my business partner, no, not White Wed French folks
Call me, call me, call me, call me Tim, The Party Man yeah
Be in the clubs and radio all on one command yeah
Now show your hands!
Chorus:
OK, OK, let’s get it jumping (let’s get it jumping)
Turn up the speakers, can you hear the bass bumping (base bumping)?
Them tweeters tweaking man, I came here to party,
Pass that cup around (round)!
Put your hands in the air move em up and down (down)!
Oh, oh Hey, hey give me a bottle and a fucking cup!
Oh, oh fuck that cup, I’m about to turn that bottle up, oh
Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around (round)
Put your hands in the air move em up and down (down)
Oh, oh!
I heard somebody said he wasn’t dead yet
They should’ve never said that!
Young Tunechi got the game down Pat Sajak
Even though I’m paid in full, all I want is Payback
Man, fuck these niggas! Pause!
I spray king kill the world and fuck them all in my cigars
I make them mother fuckers bow down, no applause
And all of my goons wired up like broken jaws.
I rep that mother fucking red flag, put you in a dead bag,
I get bread you get the crumbs at the bottom of the bread bag
And my letters is Y M, shout out Stunna and Slim!
I’m fucking with Tim and my girl, I’m fucking her friend
Tunech!
Chorus:
OK, OK, let’s get it jumping (let’s get it jumping)
Turn up the speakers, can you hear the bass bumping (base bumping)?
Them tweeters tweaking man, I came here to party,
Pass that cup around (round)!
Put your hands in the air move em up and down (down)!
Oh, oh Hey, hey give me a bottle and a fucking cup!
Oh, oh fuck that cup, I’m about to turn that bottle up, oh
Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around (round)
Put your hands in the air move em up and down (down)
Oh, oh
This country bitch from Virginia
See the way the crowd go wild when Misdemeanor about to enter
Everybody better bow down when I step up to the mic, front and center
Say I’m too old to rap, I’ll be rapping till I wear dentures, yeah!
Hello haters! You mad, pick your chin up!
What did I say about running your mouth?
You better respect your mentors!
I’m so relentless flow colder than the winters!
I’m pretty in the face and I should pose for a pin-up
(I drink my gin up)
I’m on the mic, I’m back with Tim,
We’re looking good like working out up in the gym, oh
Anybody wanna see us? Competition? We don’t see em
Ain’t nothing change, we ahead of the game above the rim
This how we do it!
Chorus:
OK, OK, let’s get it jumping (let’s get it jumping)
Turn up the speakers, can you hear the bass bumping (base bumping)?
Them tweeters tweaking man, I came here to party,
Pass that cup around (round)!
Put your hands in the air move em up and down (down)!
Oh, oh Hey, hey give me a bottle and a fucking cup!
Oh, oh fuck that cup, I’m about to turn that bottle up, oh
Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around (round)
Put your hands in the air move em up and down (down)
Oh, oh
[Outro:]
One-two, one-two yeah
I said one-two, one-two yeah
Everybody, hands up in the air yeah
One-two, one-two yeah
Let me see your drinks up in the air yeah
One-two, one-two yeah
One-two, one-two
