It's A Party Lyrics - Hell And Back - 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]