Pitch In On A Party Lyrics - Dj Quik

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 

Jingle jingle we've go the lingo 

With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first single 

It don't matter 'cuz I'm underground anyway 

Rich balling, bitch call and fly any day 

You dirty niggas y'all too whack to dance 

Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all pants 

And leave that up to my niggas, young fly niggas 

Getting down you and I niggas don't try niggas 

I changed my mind I don't want your bitch 

'Cuz sorry ass women just don't get rich 

You could keep her I'd rather have a Fifi bag because it's cheaper 

You can't come up for NL, I gets deeper 

And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper 

So pass the reafer 

And to you false balling niggas just grab your crotches 

But if you paid nigga pat your pockets 

And for sure, you've got yours 

I've got mines and we're balling 

So call up everybody 

Let's pitch in ona party for sure 

You've got yours 

I've got mines and we're balling 

So call up everybody 

Let's pitch in ona party for sure 

Alright somebody play the potato salad let's take a ballad 

On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid 

'Cuz we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again 

And here come the police with them big black boots again 

Kicking niggas out 

Hand cuffing and stuffing they banging Jacky chicken in they mouth 

And time to shine pitching a fit 

'Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt and won't pass the shit 

Who keeps turning the lights on? Why the music keep skipping? 

And why these dirty khaki niggas tripping? 

I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted 

500 dollars worth of white star about to hide it 

Cuz y'all ain't drinking mine up 

You better drink that Anj and Palmason and the rest of that wine up 

You party haters need to stop it 

I think we really about to pat your pockets 

And for sure, you've got yours 

I've got mines and we're balling 

So call up everybody 

Let's pitch in ona party for sure 

You've got yours 

I've got mines and we're balling 

So call up everybody 

Let's pitch in ona party for sure 

Hey baby my girlfriend left me today 

So which one of you old tragedy ass bitches 

Wanna come in here and play? 

That's what my homie told and try to cop the cancun 

Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom 

And in the kitchen and up in there on the dance floor 

By the big screen TV where your pants go? 

Boy you niggas I swear 

I try to throw y'all a ragedy ass party and y'all don't even care 

Cigarette burns in my plush empty beer bottles in the brush 

And my bitch acting like a lush boy what else could go wrong? 

Somebody kick the extension cord out 

Move, y'all gotta be some of the clumsiest muthafuckas 

To the sounds, now some 

Y'all done fucked up get out, get on 

Speed up nigga get up, take your weed on 

Ya nigga, the drunk nigga said it 

Your pockets, that's where I'm sending, K go 

And for sure, you've got yours 

I've got mines and we're balling 

So call up everybody 

Let's pitch in ona party for sure 

You've got yours 

I've got mines and we're balling 

So call up everybody 

Let's pitch in ona party for sure 

You've got yours 

I've got mines and we're balling 

So call up everybody 

Let's pitch in ona party for sure 

You've got yours 

I've got mines and we're balling 

So call up everybody 

Let's pitch in ona party for sure 

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