The Party Aint Over Lyrics - G-unit

This is the Unit 

The mighty mighty mighty Unit 

This is how we do it 

Ayy (ayy, ayy) 

I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it 

No frontin here shorty, niggaz know how I do it 

For the paper let the gat pop, jackpot 

Find me trippin, ridin slow through the back blocks 

Red Coupe switchin lanes, top down, party frame 

Diamond rangs, diamond chains, diamonds on e'rythang 

Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go 

New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip 

Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God 

Party ain't never over, niggaz hardly ever sober 

Different day, same shit, different city, different chick 

Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid 

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Bitches recognize when I'm walkin in 

Smokin that piff, goin where dolphins swim 

44-Colt, that's tossin him 

And that four-do' car is what I'm flossin in (YEAH!) 

I'm in the black, you in the red 

You owe your label money, I'm gettin bread 

Can you feel it, feel it? Nothin can save ya 

In my purple tag Polo and neon Gators (break it down now!) 

Bitch play cute, I don't get upset 

'Til her ass get a facial and a washin set 

I'm in a private jet, but before the deal 

Hoes was like, "He's all right, but he's not ill!" 

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You might see me yawnin, four in the mornin 

But the party ain't over 

Then it's back to the crib, to cut shorty that's how we on it 

The party ain't over 

Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty 

Gon' do what you wan' do, twerk it for me 

Now get low, shorty work that back 

Now get low, yeah just like that 

Now get low 

Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up, top down 

Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin glock round 

Nigga this is my town, my block, my crown 

My sound, peace to my niggaz on lockdown 

They don't really want that, they know we get it poppin 

Six-four droppin, you still window shoppin 

I'm ridin round rockin, knockin, Rakim 

Slick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains 

I'm so sicker, the flow liquor, you're broke nigga 

I toast wit'cha - if ya got a cup 

Hold your fuckin bottle up, I really want a model but 

You can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut 

I'm just playin, unless you gon' do it 

You put your back into it, the rest is all fluid 

Don't pull that thing out unless you gon' use it 

Ain't nobody bleedin, I guess it's all music 

Shawty the kush still burnin, Aston Martin wheel turnin 

Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German 

Bottles is still poppin, clubs is still rockin 

Feds is still watchin, but fiends is still shoppin 

I got vitamin water money like I signed a deal 

How would you feel if you niggaz just got 400 mil' (like me) 

My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang 

She let me have a brain, I let her wear my chain 

I'm on the plane smokin on that Mary Jane 

Listenin to Trina while she run game on Lil' Wayne 

My Ten-a-ki' timepiece shinin like a light bulb 

David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug 

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