Lyrics It's a Party - Drag-On
[Intro:
Drag-On]
Hey,
yeah,
uh
It's
a
party
over
there,
nah
It's
a
party
over
here,
yeah
Fuck
that
bullshit...
[Drag-On:]
I
ain't
no
Peter
Piper,
but
I'll
pay
Peter
to
pipe
ya
Cause
they
got
me
by
the
balls;
and
I
can't
risk
it
all
Up
in
the
Jamaican
spot,
biscuit
out
and
friskin
all
Rudebwoy
don't
make
me
bloodclaat
lick
off
Me
not
the
one
you
wan'
take
off,
see
and
Don't
be
brave,
show
me
the
safe
and
you'll
be
safe,
see
and
Cooperative...
shit
smart
man
Blaow
blaow!
Shoulda
been
like
that
from
the
start
man
Custom
made
truck,
pop
the
trunk
it's
all
wires
23-inch,
all
rims,
no
tires
Gritty
motherfucker,
Feds
can't
touch
us
Got
'em
all
conceited,
the
way
we
leave
'em
stuck
up
Nigga,
I
+R&B+
niggaz
like
Usher
That
stand
for
'Rob
& Bang'
niggaz
once
the
R
rush
ya
My
heart
ain't
pumpin,
no
pressure
The
way
we
run
up
on
you
niggaz
like
your
parents,
and
undress
ya
[Chorus:
x2]
It
don't
matter
what
I
go
through
Double-R's
my,
life
And
when
shit
just,
ain't,
lookin
good
I'm
a
make
it
be,
all
right
[Drag-On:]
I'm
only
out
for
the
cream,
y'all
wanna
know
the
scheme?
(yup)
Here's
a
tip,
the
tip
of
my
gun
head
holds
a
beam
Roll
with
the
team,
with
the
spinnin
rims
so
it
seems
Like
I'm
movin
slow
when
I
speed
Stomach's
so
empty
my
chest
starvin
Y'all
could
be
the
great
Batman
but
I
stick
niggaz
up
so
I
be
the
best
+Robin+
I
don't
respect
the
D's,
make
'em
call
they
sergeant
They
call
me
Margarine;
slide
out
the
gutter,
like
butter
I
see
your
stones
glistenin,
that
don't
mean
nothin
to
me
I
be
at
your
home
visitin
and
you
ain't
gon'
like
my
company
Standin
on
your
doormat
and
I'm
not
+Welcome+
I
buy
bullets
but
I
don't
sell
'em,
I
just
make
sure
niggaz
felt
'em
Certain
niggaz
gotta
feel
'em
(yeah)
at
least
I
don't
steal
Long
as
he
come
up
out
his
shit,
at
least
I
won't
peel
May
be
bad
but
life
ain't
all
good
Long
as
niggaz
got
that
thing
out
and
e'ything's
understood
It's
all
hood
[Chorus]
[Drag-On:]
I
do
my
robberies
like
a
book
of
matches,
I
light
shit
Might
strike
twice
in
one
night,
'til
my
fire
is
lit
If
I
don't
got
a
gun
I'm
wirin
shit
- fuck
it
I
don't
look
at
ice
admirin
and
shit,
I'm
thinkin
how
to
make
you
up
it
And
is
it
worth
it?
Shit,
my
pockets
is
hurtin
And
the
only
way
I
can
sooth
the
pain
is
duke
chain
I
ask
myself,
is
that
platinum?
Shit,
the
way
I
feel
right
now
I'll
take
gold
if
I
have
to
I
don't
give
a
fuck
about
this
party
so
don't
make
me
do
it
Don't
make
me
make
this
DJ
lower
this
goddamn
music
Everybody
runnin
to
they
car
cause
you
slumped
over
the
bar
Look
at
everybody,
havin
a
good
time,
don't
make
me
go
that
far
I
got
a
nigga
on
each
corner
with
a
good
reach
on
ya
And
I
don't
got
the
heat
on
me,
so
one
move
and
they
gon'
leap
on
ya
My
clique
keep
the
fumes
strong
like
ammonia
Cause
we
go
hard,
Double-R's
the
squad,
the
street
owners
[Chorus]
1 Feel My Pain
2 Bronx
3 Put Your Drinks Down
4 Hector the Killer MC
5 Trouble
6 I'm a Ryder
7 Let's Get Crazy
8 Busta
9 U Had Me
10 Holla at Your Boy
11 My First Child
12 It's a Party
13 Life Is Short
14 U Had Me, Part 2
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