Party

Yo
Kurt Yayo, on the motherfuckin' mix
Aight
Yo, Beatnuts, Willie Stubz

I'm like Conan, dusted in a Cadillac, bro-ham
Makin' an assault, every day type program
Aggravate the party a little, leave the whole place bullet-riddled
Hardcore to the middle, big Juice, I go Les and Scribble
My nigga Willie Stubz pull out and leave the rap game crippled
Beatnuts forever die hard, you know the motto
Shut the hell up then and buy another bottle
Get the party started correct
Leave the whole place breakin' they neck
This is Beatnuts, what you expect?
Like "doo-doo-doo" and all that shit
Summer splash shit, Beatnuts with a smash hit

Paaaaarty
We gonna have a hooooorgy
After the paaaaarty
We gonna have a hooooorgy

Beatnuts, AKA the Track Monsters
Sit at the table like fat mobsters
We bang operas that make you jump like grasshoppers
We blast coppers (Blow) tryna shut down the grass rosters
We stack pasta like bank robbers
It's the real three, Juv', Les and Willie
Straight from the Q-U-double-E
N-S, once again, it's the menace
To society, your hoes keep eyein' me, buyin' me drinks
Like she wants me to do her grand opening
I'm hoping she's a pit fighter
Imaginin' Big Syke inside her (Ah, ah, ah)
Bangin' it out like a rhin-o-saurus
Yo, who got the trees? I wanna light a forest
Who wan' test Les? Get left in a mess
Take this to the head, fuck the vest (Uh-uh)
Tryna duck Les, screamin' for your grandmother
Hook up on you like I know what you did last summer

Paaaaarty
We gonna have a hooooorgy
After the paaaaarty
We gonna have a hooooorgy

I tear it up when I hit it up like Hurricane Stubbs
Keep it smooth like Persian rugs
Make you fiend like drugs, scheme like thugs with tight mugs
We pit fight all bitches that call us scrubs
Triple ones on my back, pentagons on my chest
Beatnuts stay hot for death
Food for the chef, who do it best?
Call me your highness, 'cause when you find this
I'm probably blinded in the smoke
Chillin' in Miami, drinkin' Heinies on a boat
Yo, the streets are wild, I never let 'em see me smile
Love this hip-hop shit since I was a child
Juvenile, tryna make money by the pound

Paaaaarty
We gonna have a hooooorgy
After the paaaaarty
We gonna have a hooooorgy
After the paaaaarty
We gonna have a hooooorgy
After the paaaaarty
We gonna have a hooooorgy

Check it, check it, check what I say
I'm from Queens, I'm from Queens
Check it, check it, check what I say
I'm from Queens, I'm from Queens
Don't let 'em see you smile, man, you know?
Yo, come on
Beatnuts, baby
Scribble
Beatnuts, baby