We Came To Party Lyrics - Fatman Scoop

I just wanna make sweet love to you, baby, you know what I'm saying? 

I just wanna touch you all over... aw, please! 

We came to party, we came to party 

We came to party, we came to party 

We came to party, we came to party 

Hey look, I've got my hands all on your body 

Ain't no problem, I'm on it - oldest man in the club 

Also one of the richest, a hundred bottles of bub 

It's just me and the Russians, we get all of the love 

They was aware of the image, they wanna see what he does 

TMZ in my face, Oprah all on my couch 

Now I'm hosting the Grammys, what is this all about? 

International baller, I must admit I had doubts 

If they wasn't callin' me back, they was callin' me out 

Game moved to the South, I just closed my mouth 

Intellect like Belichick when he be switching the routes 

I'm too old for the games, no time for the lames 

Next challenge? Get this generation screaming my name 

Who could do what I did? Boy, I must be the shit 

Waved 106 & Park to play date with the kids 

People texting my wife, tryna ruin my night 

So I help 'em mind they business with some bottles on ice 

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Destruction in the club 

Oh, no... Big Snoop Dogg 

Ice so cold you can see it through the fog 

To walk in my shoes it'll be a little jog 

And if you step by the pockets, you gon' be up in the morgue 

The peoples is peepin', peepin' 

The bitches is dippin', dippin' 

So this is the mission, listen, I turn this shit up 

It's the party-rocking, nonstopping, four-hopping, rip and rock 

Drippin' in this motherfucker, burn up, now turn up! 

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We ain't flirtin', we talkin' - we ain't dancin', we walkin' 

Teenagers is pointin', couple cougars are hawkin' 

I don't come here that often, but it's totally awesome 

When you livin' for real, I don't consider it flossin' 

Panty lines are crossin', I'm proceedin' with caution 

I don't shit where I eat, gotta manage your portions 

LL Cool J, I'm like the old-school orphan 

Representing alone, sittin' on factory chrome 

Shades on, in the zone - Kool Aid smile on my face 

My security's strapped, ain't no beef, just in case 

Me and my man Rich Whites, we in Vegas tonight 

Claudine on the celly, make sure that money is right 

Red carpet and tuxes, always where the bucks is 

Paparazzi are snapping, I can't believe this is happening 

Frustrating the haters, they're so sick of me rapping 

I'm enjoying your blog, I've got the same type of passion 

Fatman Scoop, Maserati Cool J 

They ain't think I can do it, that's why I had to debut it 

And let the critics review it, that way I spit and it's Buicks 

Since the beginning, I knew it - rollin' an L in the Buick 

Had the guts to pursue it, that's how a legend should do it