New Years Lyrics - Outlawz

(Young Noble) 

Sexy should be a felony she lookin so damn good 

so classy, yet she's so damn hood 

And when the bottles get to poppin 

and that smoke get to smokin 

bust this thang wide open 

(Hussein Fatal) 

I'm losing my cool, the way she movin in that skirt 

The heavy trill killing me look it's goin up her shirt 

(E.D.I) 

And she don't need no push up bra, shorty already a star 

no ass shots bomb ready for passion 

(Hussein Fatal) 

And i'm guilty of stalking, 

somebody take me to the judge, addicted to sexiness 

so i'm a victim to her love 

(Young Noble) 

Twisting the smoke up i'm watchin while she dippin it lower 

This is a outlaw party have a toast with my soldiers 

(E.D.I) 

We... 

Thug Niggaz till we die 

Take your bottles of henny 

Snappin pictures with my semy on my waistline 

(Hussein Fatal) 

She makin me crazy, she got me bustin out my pants 

This party ain't private, but i just wanna see her dance 

(Chorus) 

Make your way to the floor (to the floor) 

Take your heels off nigga move slow (C'mon) 

It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah 

Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year 

hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey 

(C'mon) 

It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah 

Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year 

It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah 

Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year 

(E.D.I) 

I put my whips on match like my chicks to my hats I am, 

Way too fresh, nuthin less hundred stacks on me 

H tried to push up I pushed back on 'em 

Thought i was slippin Switched up and click clacked on 'em 

(Young Noble) 

Put it in the air... 

Order up another round soda like a movie 

The way the shit is going down 

Pools for the pictures, this is real business 

And my grind is relentless, tryina touch if you sick 

(Hussein Fatal) 

And bottle start poppin like sixteen 

Only a G know how to grab a dirty thing and get clean 

Them hot king kong ain't got shit on me 

I'm on a chick with a onion that ain't shit on be 

(E.D.I) 

And we lost in the moment 

The memory is the rose 

shorty got her hands all over man 

(Young noble) 

Yeah.. 

And she can't keep a huff man 

baby girl is bossy 

gettin money is costly 

shorty ready to party...c'mon 

(Chorus) 

Make your way to the floor (to the floor) 

Take your heels off nigga move slow (C'mon) 

It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah 

Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year 

hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey 

(C'mon) 

It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah 

Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year 

It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah 

Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year 

(Tech N9ne) 

Enough is fightin limit in me 

Enemies sight me and then it's friendly 

Wanna be like the women dingy 

Finna be fight but then ain't envy 

Nuthin but a thang my stuff is rougher 

Mack is the half of hustlers stab then i have to cut your stuff up 

Then pass to my asthma buffer 

True story bitches looking for you for real 

Let lose part of your digged to much new hard as a fiend 

Tryina give something more to thing, starting your dream 

It's Tech nino with his all new regime 

Thuggin like a south ball 

Drinkin like an outlaw 

Party like it's new years 

Hit it then i'm out y'all 

We hit the town and put it down without stop 

Step in the club and make their motherfuckin mouths fall 

Tech N9ne.... 

(Chorus) 

Make your way to the floor (to the floor) 

Take your heels off nigga move slow (C'mon) 

It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah 

Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year 

hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey 

(C'mon) 

It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah 

Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year 

It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah 

Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year