Mase › Lyrics › If You Want to Party

Yo, who got the right to flip, twice the whips
Time to get paid, get twice the chips
See law ain't no good unless two dice hit
Hate me even if I didn't ice my s***

F*** niggas, make that money and lots of it
Sold four million and somebody got to love it
They want Mase for video, ain't in the budget
I can't take a piss without a b**** tryin' to rub it

How could you know like this
When it's because of me a nigga know what nice is
I was 60 I have flow-itis
I like my weed green and my hoe's d***-ish

You know you like this, young kid'll live by Goldie advice's
Pimp hoe's that come across so righteous
F*** though, promote on the rolley ices
Yo, that's why my jewelery looks snow whitish, come on

If you wanna party come and shake your body
If you wanna party, put 'em in the air
Over there, over there

If you wanna party, come and shake your body
If you wanna party, put 'em in the air
Over there, over there

Yo I'm tryin' to live my life the largest, vipers in garages
'Nuff money to go to court and fight the charges
Everybody stare at myse the hardest
That's why I'm in them all night menages

Besides B I G, the critically acclaimed
I vow, they ever bring the city to shame
I pulled up the prettiest things, the prettiest range
The prettiest cars, and the prettiest stars

By far the prettiest misses, I pull up in the prettiest sixes
So by the time you get the six b****, I have the seven
By the time you get the seven, I switch to the eight
When it time I get this cake, a b**** could wait
They know I could sell five so they ship me eight, come on

If you wanna party come and shake your body
If you wanna party, put 'em in the air
Over there, over there

If you wanna party, come and shake your body
If you wanna party, put 'em in the air
Over there, over there

Yo, why I'mma envy the lives or envy the guys
Who be frontin' in the six that's really a five
You could see I still got it by the look in my eyes
I'mma blue collar criminal, crook in disguise

It don't matter if it rain, I got a pool inside
And a stretch range so at least 20 could ride
And I could tell fake platinum from a mile away
When I rap, yo' hundred and fifty thou' get paid

So until then nigga, I style away
Four point six swit' to the cal' away
I'm gettin' honey, I ain't with the beefin' going on
I look at nigga's cars, alot a leasin' goin' on

My heat get raised up, streets gets blazed up
Until a nigga find my dough and pays up
I lays up f***, 'til my days up
Doggy style, so b**** don't f*** my ways up, come on

If you wanna party come and shake your body
If you wanna party, put 'em in the air
Over there, over there

If you wanna party, come and shake your body
If you wanna party, put 'em in the air
Over there, over there

If you wanna party come and shake your body
If you wanna party, put 'em in the air
Over there, over there
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