Pitch In Ona Party

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 got the lingo

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

It don't matter 'cause I'm underground anyways

Rich ballin', bitch call and fly any day

You dirty **** y' all too wack to dance

Y'all need to ease off that now before y'll split y'all pants

And leave that up to my ****, young fly ****, gettin' down

Do or die **** don't try ****

I change my mind, I don't want your bitch

Cause sorry ass women just don't get rich

You can keep her

I'd rather have a fifi bag, because it's cheaper

You can't come up for air now, I gets deeper

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

And to y'all false balling ****, grab y'alls crotches

But if you paid ****, pat your pockets

And for sure (yeah) you got yours, I've got mine

And were balling (that's right) so call up everybody

(What are we doing?) Let's pitch in on a party

For sure, you got yours, I gots mine

And were balling (like a motherfucker) so call up everybody

Let's pitch in on a party for sure

Somebody bring the potato salad, let's take ballot

On who gonna invite the hoes

That make the party valid

'Cause we don't need a whole crib full of dude's again

Then here come the police with them big black boots again (damn)

Kicking **** out, hand cuffing and stuffing

A gang of Jackie's chicken in they mouth

Anton and Sean pitchin' a fit

'Cause somebody rolled her bud in a henny blunt

And won't pass the shit

Who keeps turning the lights on?

Why the music keep skippin'?

And why these dirty khaki **** tripping?

I don't know, I'm quick, and I'm still delighted

500 dollars worth of white star, about to hide it

'Cause you aint' drinking mine up

Better drink the E & J and Paul Masson and the rest of that wine up

You party haters need to stop it

I think we really about to pat y'all pockets

And for sure, you got yours, (yeah) I've got mine

And were balling (that's right) so call up everybody

Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You got yours, I've got mine

And were balling (like a motherfucker) 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 raggedy ass bitches

Wanna come in here and play?

That 's what my homie told her trying to cop the cancoon

Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom

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

By the big screen TV, where your pants go?

Look ****, I swear

I try to throw y'all raggedy ass a 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 to kick the extension cord out

(Ooh, y'all gotta some of the clumsiest motherfuckers)

To the sounds, now it's on

Y'all done fucked up, get out, get on

Speed up ****, get up, take your weed home

Yeah ****, the drunk **** said it

Your pockets, that's where I'm headed

For sure, you got yours, (yeah) I've got mine, and were ballin'

(Like a motherfucker) So call up everybody

Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You got yours, I've got mine

And were balling (all day) so call up everybody

Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You got yours, I've got mine

And were balling (that's right) so call up everybody (like a motherfucker)

Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You got yours, I've got mine

And were balling, so call up everybody

Let's pitch in on a party for sure