Party

[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 digger

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

Pop an 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

[Bridge: Royce Da 5'9"]

Wadadadang wadadadadang (blao) (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 score keep

'Prolly thought LeBron was a corner back

Heat game, wearing Grape 5's and a Hornets hat (fuck you)

Fuck you and your leather jerseys and hairy arms

Niggas bald then they get big headed like Barry Bonds

Fuck you and the crowd that 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

[Bridge: 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 diva, you a Kat Stack'r

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

[Bridge: 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