Pitch On A Party Songtext

HU HU MOMMA I KNOW YOU SAID YOU WANTED A RECORD THAT YOU COULD LISTEN TO WITH NO CUSSING AND SHIT.I TRIED BUT I STILL GOTTA DO THIS. JINGA JINGA WE GOT THE LINGA WITH SO MUCH HEAT ITS HARD FOR US TO PICK THE FIRST SINGER.IT DONT MATTER CUZ IM UNDERGROUD ANYWAYS .RICH, BALD,BITCH CALLED AND FLY ANYWAYS. YOU DIRTY NIGGAZ YALL TOO WACK TO DANCE.YALL NEED TO EASE OFF THAT DANCE BEFORE YALL SPLIT YALL'S PANT.LEAVE IT UP TO MY YOUNG NIGGAZ,YOUNG FLY NIGGAZ GETTING DOWN, DO OR DIE NIGGAZ,DONT TRY NIGGAZ.I CHANGE MY MIND I DONT WANT YOUR BITCH. BECAUSE SORRY ASS WOMEN JUST DONT GET RICH. YOU CAN KEEP HER.I RATHER HAVE A FIFI BAG CUZ ITS CHEAPER. YOU CANT COME UP FOR AIR KNOW I GETS DEAPER.AND MY HOLD IS SO COLD ITS A SLEAPER SO PASS THE REAFER. AND TO YALL FALSE BALLING NIGGAZ GRAB YALL'S CROTCHES.BUT IF YOU PAID NIGGAZ JUST PAT YALL POCKETS. AND FOR SURE (YEAH)YOU GOT YOUR I GOTS MINE AND WERE BALLING (THATS RIGHT) SO CALL UP EVERYBODY. (WHAT ARE WE DOING)LETS PITCH IN ON A PARTY. FO SURE YOU GOT I GOTS MINE AND WERE BALLING(LIKE A MUTHAFUCKER) SO CALL UP EVERYBODY. LETS PITCH IN ON A PARTY. SOME BODY BRING THE POTATO SALAD AND LETS TAKE A BALLID. AND WHO GONNA INVITE THE HOES THAT MAKE THE PARTY VALID? CUZ WE DONT NEED A WHOLE CRIB FULL OF DUDE'S AGAIN.AND THEN HERE COME THE POLICE WITH THEM BIG BLACK BIG BOOTS AGAIN(DAMN. KICKING NIGGAZ OUT,HAND CUFFING AND STUFFING JACKING AND KICKING IN THERE MOUTH.AND TRYING TO START BITCHEN CUZ SOMEBODY ROLLED UP BUD IN A BLUNT AND WONT PASS THE SHIT. WHO KEEP TURNING THE LIGHTS OFF? AND WHY THE MUSIC KEEP SKIPPIN? AND WHY THESE DIRTY KACKI NIGGAZ KEEP TRIPPIN? I DONT KNOW IM QUICK BUT IM STILL DELIGHTED.500 DOLLARS WORTH OF WHITE STAR ABOUT TO HIDE CUZ YOU AINT DRINKING MY UP BETTER DRINK THAT E&J,Paul Mason,AND THE REST OF THAT WINE UP. YOU PARTY HATERS NEED TO STOP IT. I THINK WE REALLY ABOUT TO PAT YALL POCKETS CHORUS HEY BABY MY GIRLFRIEN LEFT ME TODAY SO WITCH ONE OF YOU Old RAGGEDY ASS BITCHES WANT TO COME UP IN HERE AND PLAY?THATS WHAT MY HOMIE TOLD HER TRYING TO COP THE CANCOON THEN I CAUGHT HIM HUNCHING IN MY DOWNSTAIRS BATHROOM,AND IN THE KITCHEN,AND UP IN THE DACEFLOOR, BY THE BIG SCREEN T.V, WHERE YOUR PANTS GO? MAN YOU NIGGAZ I SWEAR I TRY TO THROW YALL A RAGGEDY ASS PARTY BUT YALL DONT EVEN CARE.CIGGARETS BURN IM MY PLUSH, EMPTY BEER BOTTLES IN THE BUSH.AND MY BITCH ACTING LIKE A LUSH. BOY WHAT ELSE COULD GO WRONG SOMEONE TO KICK THE EXTENSION CORD OUT OF THE (OOH YALL GOTTA SOME OF THE CLUMSIEST MUTHAFU) TO THE SOUNDS. KNOW ITS ON. YALL DONE FUCKED UP,GET OUT,GET ON, SPEED UP,NIGGA,GET UP,TAKE YOUR WEED HOME,YEAH NIGGA, THE DRUNK NIGGA SAID IT.YOUR POCKETS THATS WHERE IM HEADED. CHORUS TILL IT FADES