East Coast Party

(hook)

It  ain't no party like a east coast party cuz a east coast party don’t stop

Repeat 4xs

(Verse)

Ayo rolling up a blunt as I listen to my instincts

The music bump till a nigga start to lip sync

Words get to forming until I get a song in

Got em going crazy for latest installment

Line around the block like they dropping new jordans

Since its new York ima keep it blue and orange

Blue yankee fitted even skullys and fidoras

Waking every morning to shorties that be gorgeous

New ? time piece, no its not a replica no its not a duplicate

Got me doing stupid shit

Everywhere I go in every hood I get a head nod

Real motherfuckers on the corner drinking egg nog

Mixed with some hennesy mixed with some mouth wash

9 oclock in the morning funnier than south park

Or that martin episode when he got dropped

By Tommy Hearnes gotta live and you learn

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Ayo I brung this together like a young chris webber

If I just keep working and the buzz keep spreading I can be rich forever

But what ever that means

Go and get your fix homie, cocaine or caffeine

Back up on the rap scene But I never left though

You can call me oldschool, you can call me retro

You can call me ten o o a m

If its ‘bout money and I don’t pick up, call again

Im a gentleman, motherfucking gremelin

Motherfucking killer like my last name was Zimmerman

Get away scot free get away top speed

In the 911 carera on the L.I.E

On my way to Josh crib, something like a mosh pit

Or maybe to Vics spot gotta make a pit stop

Gotta get ditches and my charger and my ziplock

If im gonna make some motherfucking real hip hop

(HooK)