Party Lyrics - Slaughterhouse

[Intro: Crooked I & (Royce Da 5'9")] 

What the fuck you talking 'bout? 

(You ain't in my lane, nigga) 

This is Slaughterhouse 

(Me and you ain't the same, nigga) 

[Verse 1: Crooked I] 

Why you think your bitch on my dick? 

Cause I'm a paid nigga 

Made nigga deep in her pussy like a grave digga 

I'm so high that I can chill on the roof 

Pop a Oxycontin pill in the booth, give 'em the truth 

Tell the world them lyrical killers still on the loose 

If I make the crowd bounce my nigga Eminem'll recoup 

That's why the rhymes Crooked I spit is making a mosh pit 

Fly shit, sicker than hospice, takin' 'em hostage 

Yeah, we don't party like you niggas do 

We don't party like them niggas do 

4 a.m. 20 groupies on the tour bus 

On a coke high, waitin' to fuck the 4 of us 

Nah, we don't party like you niggas do 

Nah, we don't party like you niggas do 

Put some blue dolphins off in a rocket 

I'm 'bout to blast off, now I'm feelin' proper 

We don't party like you niggas do 

We don't party like you niggas do 

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] 

Wadadadang wadadadadang (x2) 

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9] 

Fuck you nerds doing everything cause Jay Z done said it 

Fuck you and your new urge to be a fake sneaker head 

Fuck you and your ball game floor seats 

If you just there with a broad, neither one of y'all ain't scorekeep 

'Prolly thought LeBron was a cornerback 

Heat game, wearing Grape 5's and a Hornets hat 

Fuck you and your leather jerseys and hairy arms 

Niggas bald then they get big headed like Barry Bonds 

Fuck you and the crowd you perform in front of 

Like you was born a stunna, your money reformed a runner 

Your Instagram got bitches saying "I heard he's rich" 

So you just fucked your first bad bitch at 36 

That's what I call fake felt, never saw a weight scale 

Shirt tucked in in front, showin' off your H belt 

This one of them moments where your money ain't the issue 

I can call you corny cause corny niggas get rich too 

Still a sucker, corny niggas get rich too 

We don't party like you niggas do 

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] 

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] 

Man fuck you fuckboys, you boys fuckin' with the wrong one 

Fuck your fake high, don't give a fuck if you're on one 

Fuck that broad you're fuckin', that pussy prolly smell cray 

Fuck, you ain't a G, who give a fuck what your belt say? 

Fuck you and your section and your bottles and your sparklers 

And your shades that look like night vision goggles, fuck you 

Knock off, enough with all the narcotics you knock off 

The hood jump off the only time you get your rocks off 

Snapple fact you never pop off, your block's soft 

Man I'll knock everybody on your block's block off 

You fake gat clapper, mad actor 

I'm backwards, watch how this pump give you mad asthma 

Put your punk story in it's last chapter 

I fucked the pumps off a D but you a cat stacker 

No party's like a house party, yeah 

You know a shorty's sleepin' on that couch, prolly dead 

That's what we get into, why even knock? You'll never get into 

A house party, we don't party like you niggas do 

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] 

[Verse 4: Joe Budden] 

I know a couple new niggas tried to start this 

Lemme help you out dawg, trickin' is still trickin' regardless 

We not in the same, you funny to us 

I use my mouth for my G, you need your money to fuck 

You do a lot of that talkin', I'm done when I bust 

Take community pussy and be the dummy to cuff 

It's like everything you do with the opposite sex 

Is the opposite of correct, we ain't gotta give you respect 

So whoever raised you ain't practiced for real 

Type to buy a bitch a phone, be all checkin' the bill 

I've seen your type, corndog, wack as a fuck 

Type to pass your man a ho, then get mad when he fuck 

Like you do all the shit that a real nigga don't 

All that shit that a real nigga won't 

Since I don't know if this sucka shit is contagious 

You the nigga we see and run 

No you ain't getting no bitches, you busy being one 

And one last thing for the record 'fore I get out of here 

We don't party like you niggas do