Wet Party (feat. Spice 1 & M-Child)

歌詞

{m-child: background talking} Nigga f**k this motherf**kin shit u niggas wanna go to war With us f**k y'all yall know who your ass is hatin ass niggas F**k y'all motherf**kers if u say something You gotta be ready to die for that motherf**kin shit Nigga we ain't going for that motherf**kin shit nigga We got guns we got tones nigga, nigga we could ride up your motherf**kin ass Erase your ass off the motherf**kin earth we ain't going nigga f**k this shit Whatever y'all really wanna do go on and do it cause all y'all be talking {juicy j: talking} Yo yo yo yo yeah it's da juice up in this motherf**ker You know what I'm saying I wanna say what's up to all these niggas out here hatin on dj paul juicy j Yall know who you are you know what I'm saying that shit don't phase a nigga Yall see a nigga in the street handle your motherf**kin business Nigga I'm gonna invite you to this motherf**kin wet party I'm gonna wet you hoe ass niggas up yeah {hook: juicy j (dj paul) 8x} We bout to throw a motherf**kin wet party (wet em up) {juicy j} It's da juice from the north side of town With a frown I'm bout to get a gun and start to clown On a fool on any fool who break the rules Imma do whatever young nigga have to do To get respect to do what's next like malcolm x Never slipping I'm staring out the window with a tech Bring it on up to the door I'll never go But I'm blasting until I see you lyin on the floor, This is real too real them niggas feel what I feel Them evergreen niggas bout to kill anybody Say they name where they live show some pictures Especially if it's mom or some kids Run up on ya and put em on ya like pneumonia You'll be sick I scared ya ya probably go in to a coma I ain't playing and I ain't laughing cause I'm passive Just looking blasting just like I'm on the lose I'm crazy assassin (nigga) {hook: juicy j (dj paul) 8x} We bout to throw a motherf**kin wet party (wet em up) {dj paul} Its kinda hard lets catch a spy hunting in a four cylinder Pealing a drilling a hole in your jugular Wheeling a .40 -a pissing in your skully-a Tearing a barrier black haven area But I'm slow and tear da club up thugs if you down To beat some motherf**kers soft Bullets f**king pepperoni it's phony Step in my face make a nigga catch a case of death F**king with me nigga hoe I got milk And watch it splash on your goddamn chest Cause when you're f**king with thugs niggas you f**king with the best F**k the rest got you chilling with a real nigga from the haze There is only henn and red dog and purple haze That's the phase grandma think I'm craze F**king drugs killa carved on your arm got a tech up in the car For your motherf**kin ass see you wet the b-e-d But you better hold right up cause I'm gonna make your ass bleed bitch {hook: juicy j (dj paul) 8x} We bout to throw a motherf**kin wet party (wet em up) {m-child} I hate a weak ass nigga like a devil hate life Cock that k full of rage cause the bullshit you started Put your vest on bitch and watch me aim for your head Like whodini abracadabra motherf**ker you dead As I tippy toe behind you like that doll named chucky Sludge hammer you will feel it if you living you lucky Ten stories you will fall to the motherf**kin floor I don't know you tuck your nuts and die hoe (better kill me) {spice 1} Well to wet em means cash *blow blow* how you like me now I'm be murdering all of my enemy savage hatin up the town Saved for bed night stalking creeping put em all to sleep And leave em leaking bleeding seeking and steadily heating And I'll be speeding off tearing up da club not giving a f**k It's just me and tear da club up thugs kept on they nuts Killing em wet em up say wet em up say wet em up blow *blow blow* They come with the mob tactics and hear us pow *ba pow* Definitely about to buck it f**k it I'm dumping them in ditches And killing snitches and shiesty bitches who set em up for riches Spray these f**king cockroaches with these two pistols out You niggas checked into the game but you wont check out Beam the motherf**kin lights and I smash the gas Clutch my bitch nina ross tight and murder they ass Which one of you niggas is first to feel the blast Ain't coming for money I want your life f**k the cash {juicy j} We bout to