paroles de chanson Shock the Party - JT the Bigga Figga , San Quinn

Hey J, man, you seen Quinn, man?
I'm tryin to get this party tonight, man
(Ah, man, the Quinn up there on the CEP right about now)
Like that? I want him to come through and
Shock the party tonight for his boy Rak, man
(Yeah, for the butter line, you know what I'm sayin'?)
You know how we do it (For real, though)
We gon' put this shit down for the 1996, man
My boy finna shock the motherfuckin' party
Drop that shit, nigga

Dangerous dialect, got a neck bound to wreck, chop the set
Poppin' like Glock and TECs to impress America
Game carry us, styles vary us
Quincin' come in cans that is hilarious
Beyond all barriers worldwide
Lyrics terrified, leavin' minds electrified
Let the people decide after homicide, the unoccupied brain
Ain't no game like Fillmoe game
I get low for my flow, my dough, no ho
Flow at your show for promo off indo
Sensimilla will kill ya, I feel your vibration
Shaken by my delivery into the industry
Paper is dividable, grab it if you're capable
My lyrics are recitable, battles are ignitable
Glimmerin', shimmerin' 'cause I'm gold
You whimperin' while listenin' to my flows
West Coast representin' different Fillmoe
CD player central, give me instrumentals and utensils
And I'll lace this, dedicated to the followin' places
East Coast, Southwest, Midwest, and Deep South (Deep South)
Put the '9-6 new name in your mouth (In your mouth)
Turn the party out, sippin' on Grand, Alize, and Hen
None of these wannabes wanna cease the Quinn

And I do it all again
None of these wannabes wanna cease the Quinn
Tonight, I came to turn your function outside in
Don't be surprised when your baby boo rides with Quinn
Hmm, nigga, rides with Quinn
Jump into the bucket, make you feel like a Benz
Tonight, I came to turn your function outside in
Don't be surprised when your baby boo rides with Quinn

Only games'll be hocked and nuts'll get jocked
Nonstop, pop aim at your crops, shockin' flocks
At the player's club, baby boos and rival crews
Give me the mic tonight and I'll get loose on all of you
I'm gonna say that mine with deeper rhyme ain't hard to find
Keep it real 'cause I'm inclined to do so, it's a loophole
In my division, I'm defined, servin' luxury in every line
In it for the benefit of my people
Wannabe MCs get no benefits when I spit it
Inconsiderate degenerates, they seated after heated speeches
Defeated after I releases all the pressure from my mems
Suckin' indo stems to roaches
Ferocious when you approaches, focus on facin' me
Laced tightly, tighter than my Nikes
Servin' this merciless tongue, come
To the laboratory, get done claimin' number one
Real player, annihilator of the perpetrator and player
Hater, whole garrison, no comparison
Meanin' armies can't harm me
Armed heavily with hella Gs, LP that is
Status, mack bitch, nothin' more, nothin' less
Always at this with California bomb in my nest
Armin' you as I continue to shock the party
Like 40 Water, all out my body
Not a hobby, but a job to come mobbin' musically
Smashin' you vocally, knowin' me, blowin' the
Spot to molecules, caught and demolished fools
Pile it so rusty, then I had to dust 'em
San Francisco loves me, this is my motherfuckin' house
Please don't hate, it ain't all what you heard about
We turned it out, made you shout for the Loc
In the house, now you motherfuckers know

Now you motherfuckers know
When we in the house, you can't fuck with the Loc
Tonight, I came to turn your function outside in
Don't be surprised when your baby boo rides with Quinn, nigga
Now you motherfuckers know
When we in the house, you can't fuck with the Loc
Tonight, I came to turn your function outside in
Don't be surprised when your baby boo rides with Quinn, nigga