Party Crasher Lyrics - Method Man

Intro: club bouncer 

Aww shit... not these niggaz again! 

Aiyyo listen! 

I'm only lettin five of you motherfuckers in here tonight 

If your man ain't on the guest list 

He get to the BACJ of the fuckin line 

And you know another motherfuckin thing? 

I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink 

in this motherfucker tonight 

I'm kickin ALL y'all the fuck outta here 

[Method Man] 

Uhh 

Muh'fuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin death 

Nigga if you scared why don't yo' ass just stay the fuck home 

Check it out uhh 

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Me and mines at the door, ain't tryin to pay your fees 

Stop playin, you fuckin with me, I push my way in 

Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up 

Guzzlin Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch 

Bouncin nigga lookin like he want war 

Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah 

Pattin me down like the law 

As I stumble in the party 

Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure 

Loungin near the bar section, rolled the L 

and kept steppin, concealed weapon, razor sharp 

Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket 

Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin for matches? 

Burn somethin, one toke got me blasted 

Took another toke then I passed it, choke! 

Fantastic, herb ain't no joke 

Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish 

Ladies on the dance floor, shakin they asses 

Got millon dollar broke niggaz, that makin passes 

Honey with the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic 

Skin like blackberry molasses, mmmmm 

At last it's, time to step and make her mine 

Niggas headin toward the bathroom tuckin they shines 

Brothers got to keep it movin, playin with kids 

that won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban 

You know what this is... 

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("Yo Duke that's your diamonds right there God? 

Yo that shit'll go RIGHT where my people ain't right now." 

"Yo don't touch my shit!") 

Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream 

End of story couldn't find shorty, party scene's 

now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be long 

before the sirens intervene, the terrotory 

Can't we all get along, without the ruckus 

Got big bouncin muh'fuckers, tryin to rush us 

I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench 

of a hell bent environment, the odds against us 

Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall 

All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl 

Uhh, every time I try to have a good time why? 

Somebody always fuckin it up, killin my high, damn 

Monkey wrench they whole program, party over 

By that time I'm dead sober 

In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, dead gone 

You can tell that they was heat holders 

Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set 

Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids 

rushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin Duke 

half to death and took his Rolex, it's horrible 

Like a front page article, Mister Pitiful 

About a step away now we critical, uhh 

As I boned out I heard the people shout 

NIGGAZ, yea cold turn the party out! 

Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh 

(sirens)