If You Wanna Party Lyrics - Double Up - 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