Текст песни If You Want To Party - Mase
[Intro]
What
the
fuck?
'99,
get
your
name
back
nigga
(Get
your
name
back
nigga)
Double
Up
Motherfucker
(99)
Double
Up
Motherfucker
Don't
believe
it,
Double
Up,
Uh
Yea
yea
yea
yea
What
what
what
what
Uh
Uh
Yo
who
got
the
right
to
flip,
twice
the
whips
Time
to
get
paid,
get
twice
the
chips
See
law
ain't
no
good
unless
two
dice
hit
Hate
me
even
if
I
didn't
ice
my
shit
Fuck
niggas,
make
that
money
and
lots
of
it
Sold
four
million
and
somebody
got
to
love
it
They
want
Mase
for
video,
ain't
in
the
budget
I
can't
take
a
piss
without
a
bitch
tryin'
to
rub
it
How
could
you
know
like
this
When
it's
because
of
me
a
nigga
know
what
nice
is
I
was
60
I
have
flow-itis
I
like
my
weed
green
and
my
hoe's
dyke-ish
You
know
you
like
this
Young
kid'll
live
by
goldie
advice's
Pimp
hoe's
that
come
across
so
righteous
Fuck
though,
promote
on
the
Rolley
ices
Yo,
that's
why
my
jewelery
looks
snow
white-ish
Come
on
[1]
- If
you
wanna
party
come
and
shake
your
body
If
you
wanna
party
put
'em
in
the
air
Over
there,
over
there
If
you
wanna
party
come
and
shake
your
body
If
you
wanna
party
put
'em
in
the
air
Over
there,
over
there
Yo
I'm
tryin'
to
live
my
life
the
largest,
Vipers
in
garages
'Nuff
money
to
go
court
and
fight
the
charges
Everybody
stare
at
Myse
the
hardest
That's
why
I'm
in
them
all
night
menages
Besides
B.I.G.,
the
criticly
acclaimed
I
vow,
they
never
bring
the
city
to
shame
I
pulled
up
the
prettiest
things,
the
prettiest
range
The
prettiest
cars,
and
the
prettiest
stars
By
far
the
prettiest
Misses
I
pull
up
in
the
prettiest
sixes
So
by
the
time
you
get
the
six
bitch,
I
have
the
seven
By
the
time
you
get
the
seven,
I
switch
to
the
eight
When
it
time
I
get
this
cake,
a
bitch
could
wait
They
know
I
could
sell
five
so
they
ship
me
eight
Come
on
[Repeat
1 while:]
All
Out,
motherfucker
To
the
death,
motherfucker
Bad
Boy
forever
Bad
Boy
forever
All
Out,
motherfucker
(Uh
uh)
H
World,
motherfucker
(Uh
uh)
To
the
death,
motherfucker
(uh
yo)
Yo
why
I'mma
envy
the
lives
or
envy
the
guys
Who
be
frontin'
in
the
Six
that's
really
a
Five
You
could
see
I
still
got
it
by
the
look
in
my
eyes
I'mma
blue
collar
criminal,
crook
in
disguise
It
don't
matter
if
it
rain,
I
got
a
pool
inside
And
a
stretch
range
so
at
least
20
could
ride
And
I
could
tell
fake
platinum
from
a
mile
away
When
I
rap,
yo'
150
thou'
get
paid
So
until
then
nigga,
I
style
away
Four
point
six
swit'
to
the
Cal'
away
I'm
gettin'
honey,
I
ain't
with
the
beefin'
going
on
I
look
at
nigga's
cars,
alot
a
leasin'
goin'
on
My
heat
get
raised
up,
streets
gets
blazed
up
Until
a
nigga
find
my
dough
and
pays
up
I
lays
up
fuck,
'till
my
days
up
Doggy
style,
so
bitch
don't
fuck
my
ways
up
Come
on
[Repeat
1]
1 Feel So Good (radio edit)
2 All I Ever Wanted
3 Welcome Back
4 Feel So Good (instrumental)
5 I Owe
6 My Harlem Lullaby
7 Keep It On
8 Same Niggas
9 Get Ready
10 I Wanna Go
11 Make Me Cry
12 Money Comes and Goes
13 Wanna Hurt Mase?
14 Puff's Intro
15 Another Story To Tell
16 Do It Again
17 White Girl (Interlude)
18 You Ain't Smart
19 From Scratch (feat. Shyne, Harlem World & Mysonne)
20 Gettin' It
21 Wasting My Time
22 Gotta Survive
23 Into What You Say
24 Jail Visit - Interlude
25 If You Want To Party
26 Stay Out Of My Way
27 No Matter What
28 F#!*@ ME, F#!*@ YOU
29 Blood Is Thicker
30 Watch Your Back (Interlude)
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