The Party Ain't Over (ft. Young Buck)

G-Unit

Composição de: G-Unit
T.O.S.

[50 Cent:] 
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 

[Tony Yayo:] 
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 I'll! " 

[Chorus: 50 Cent] 
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 

[Lloyd Banks:] 
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 with'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 

[Young Buck:] 
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 

[Chorus]
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