I Don't Wanna Party Wit U Lyrics - Singles - Dj Quik

Get back before I get raised, get lower 

Do some extreme shit, keep from bein bored 

Now it's double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen 

They get hot and get fucked and don't remember from buzzin 

That's why you don't see me, I ain't at the club 

I'm chillin with my homies in the city of hugs 

Because they need me more than that hoe (that hoe), the big fat hoe 

Tryna' get every ballin nigga in the saddle 

Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man 

Now a days you can't tell, watch the crotch, it might swell 

You needs a pap smear 

You need to know if you got an STD, 

some little critters in ya trap dear 

Get on, me and my homies is indivisible 

And don't floss money, it looks better when it's invisible 

We get props from Wall Street to y'all street 

If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat 

C-P-T style, O-G me style, the D-J Q-U-I-K with no C style 

In yo' town, don't trip nigga, it goes down 

And when you see me in all blue, you gon' frown 

But I'm rigid the ghetto, I'm rigid with rap 

Money or respect bitch, I'd rather have the digits than DAT 

So give me the hats, do you want the meat or the scraps? 

Put heat on my naps and I'ma hell look sweet on my lap 

'Cause it's the same thang tryna' kill the gang bang 

Set examples for the kids, on how to maintain 

Never be a lame brain 

Y'all ain't gotta feel the same pain 

that put a nigga like me on the mainframe 

Bow down, back up nigga, I'm hot now 

And don't try to resuscitate me when I'm shot down 

Just call my homie Theo on the radio 

And let him know his little homie Quiksta had to go 

Because 'Gangsta, Gangsta', that's what they yellin 

But niggas do dirt, get caught, and start tellin 

Talkin to you G's with no heart 

We was throwin and runnin from bullets 

before gangsta rappin was an art 

Nigga (nigga), so don't test ya bullet-proof vest 

'Cause real niggas do real thangs up under stress 

That's from the C-P-T, young G with heart, too 

Oh we still party, but now it's part II 

And 

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(I don't wanna party wit you) 

Hell naw 

'Cause bitch you scary 

You 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos, 

you're bald but your legs are hairy 

(I don't wanna party wit you) 

Hmm, hell naw 

You need to put some lotion on 

'Cause ya skin is peelin around them bullet wounds on ya back 

You're fat plus you're abortion-prone 

Photos 

I'd rather be a young exec, than the puppet on the other end 

Danglin by a neuce on his neck 

They can't handle me, 'cause I'm where the --- be 

And underground nigga on Erickston, now there is the family 

That I'ma roll wit, take control wit 

Have a ball, break bread, and share the store wit 

Even though I'm thirsty for money in the worst way 

I ain't go cry if I don't go platinum on the first day 

Watch me, get my hustle on with the friendly competition 

Y'all got papers but I got the latest tradition 

A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what I crack 

And if you ain't got that, keep wishin 

And to you bitch-ass niggas in the maze 

Comin at a player with --- ways 

Keep lickin on that other sound 

And stay north of the 105 Hip Hop heads, 'cause this is underground 

Right by the water, can't do right by ya daughter 

But look at all the shit that I done bought her 

See lyrics ain't nothin if the beat ain't crackin 

And these beats smackin, that's why the G's keep stackin, nigga 

(I don't wanna party wit you) 

Hell naw 

'Cause nigga you's a scuffla 

Your braids is dingy, your clothes ain't got no creases 

And your lips look like you sucked a muffler 

(I don't wanna party wit you) 

Hell naw 

'Cause bitch you didn't know me when you was fine as wine and thick 

Now you sick from smokin that shit, you're broke and plus you're boney 

W-E-S-T, C-O-A-S-T, that's where the hydroponic with no seeds be 

So don't trip when you see me on the TV, or my CD 

And my eyes are really R-E-D 

See the --- is free (shh shh shh), pardon me for bein speaky 

Switchin on y'all that wanna jeek me 

What makes you even try that way? 

Yeah I might be fly, but I don't fly that way 

Hmm, even on a gallon a Sisco I could never go disco 

Dude I ain't from Frisco 

And to these bitches, y'all trippin, we ain't layin wit y'all 

Just because we say we wanna fuck, we playin wit y'all 

This is entertainment, we tryna' make us some change 

We ain't impressed by what you got up under your Hanes 

Bitch that's yo' trap, and that's yo' sap 

Let me spit the cap while she sit in yo' lap 

Homie, don't you know me 

Jealous-ass niggas wanna flow me (why) 

Just because yo' woman wanna blow me 

On the strength I give that hoe a tittie-toy 

'Cause I'm the only ugly nigga gettin away with bein pretty boy 

(I don't wanna party wit you) 

Hmm, hell naw 

Now this is how the sporty bounce 

We stay away from you broke-ass niggas 

always beggin and ain't got a dime on the 40 oz 

(I don't wanna party wit you) 

Hmm, hell naw 

'Cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol' long ass roll 

And ya stockin smellin like Avon and that horse want his 'fro back 

(I don't wanna party wit you) 

Hmm, hell naw 

And nigga I can't stand ya 

And I ain't got nothin but some advice, 

a map, a bar of soap, some water and a towel to hand ya 

(I don't wanna party wit you) 

Hmm, hell naw 

Now I'ma be real wit it 

All my fuckin life I ain't never wanted fame 

But since the shit done came I gotta deal wit it 

(I don't wanna party wit you) 

Ya know, but I'ma do it like my homie say 

Check it, I don't give a fuck about fame 

I'd rather deal with the money, y'all can have the name 

I'm out 

Yeah