DJ Quik | Lyrics | Pitch in on a Party

Momma I know you said you wanted
A record that you could listen to
With no cussing and s***
I tried but I still gotta do this

Jinga, jinga we've got the lingo
With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first singer
It don't matter 'cuz I'm underground anyways
Rich, bald, b**** called and fly, anyways

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 b****
'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 mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

Alright, somebody play the potato, 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 s***

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
Five-hundred 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 mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

Hey, baby, my girlfriend left me today
So which one of you old ragedy ass b******
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 dancefloor
By the big screen TV, where your pants go?

Some of 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 b**** 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, f***** 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 here for, K go

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure