Party Crasher

[Skit: club bouncer] Aww shit... not these niggas again! Ayo, 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 back 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 [Intro: 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 [Verse 1] Me and mines at the door, ain't tryna pay your fee 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 Bouncer 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 lime and 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 niggas, 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... [Interlude] ("Yo, Duke, that's your diamonds right there, God? Yo, that shit'll go right where my people ain't right now, nigga" "Yo, don't touch my shit!") [Verse 2] Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream End of story couldn't find shorty, party scenes Now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be long Before the sirens intervene, the territory Can't we all get along, without the ruckus Got big bouncin' muh'fuckers, tryna 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 the 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 TEC, 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 thought I heard the people shout "Niggas!", yeah, cold turn the party out! [Outro] Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh [*sirens*]