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Slaughterhouse lyrics : "Party"

[Intro: Crooked I & (Royce Da 5'9")]
What the $#&@ you talking 'bout?
(You ain't in my lane ^!$$%)

This is Slaughterhouse
(Me and you ain't the same ^!$$%)


[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Why you think your (*##$ on my dick?
Cause I'm a paid ^!$$%

Made ^!$$% deep in her #~!!@ like a grave digga
I'm so high that I can chill on the roof
Pop a Oxycontin pill in the booth give 'em the truth

Tell the world them lyrical killers still on the loose
If I make the crowd bounce my ^!$$% Eminem'll recoup
That's why the rhymes Crooked I spit is making a mosh pit

Fly %#@! sicker than hospice takin' 'em hostage
Yeah we don't party like you ^!$$%s do
We don't party like them ^!$$%s do

4 a.m. 20 groupies on the tour bus
On a !@%!e high waitin' to $#&@ the 4 of us
Nah we don't party like you ^!$$%s do

Nah we don't party like you ^!$$%s do
Put some blue dolphins off in a rocket
I'm 'bout to blast off now I'm feelin' proper

We don't party like you ^!$$%s do
We don't party like you ^!$$%s do


[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
Wadadadang wadadadadang
Wadadadang wadadadadang


[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9]
$#&@ you nerds doing everything cause Jay Z done said it

$#&@ you and your new urge to be a fake sneaker head
$#&@ you and your ball game floor seats
If you just there with a broad neither one of y'all ain't scorekeep

'Prolly thought LeBron was a cornerback
Heat game wearing Grape 5's and a Hornets hat
$#&@ you and your leather jerseys and hairy arms

^!$$%s bald then they get big headed like Barry Bonds
$#&@ you and the crowd you perform in front of
Like you was born a stunna your money reformed a runner

Your Instagram got pictures saying I heard he's rich
So you just $#&@ed your first bad (*##$ at 36
That's what I call fake felt never saw a weight scale

Shirt tucked in in front showin' off your H belt
This one of them moments where your money ain't the issue
I can call you corny cause corny ^!$$%s get rich too

Still a sucker corny ^!$$%s get rich too
We don't party like you ^!$$%s do


[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
Wadadadang wadadadadang
Wadadadang wadadadadang


[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
Man $#&@ you $#&@boys you boys $#&@in' with the wrong one

$#&@ your fake high don't give a $#&@ if you're on one
$#&@ that broad you're $#&@in' that #~!!@ prolly smell cray
$#&@ you ain't a G who give a $#&@ what your belt say?

$#&@ you and your section and your bottles and your sparklers
And your shades that look like night vision goggles $#&@ you
Knock off enough with all the narcotics you knock off

The hood jump off the only time you get your rocks off
Snap in fact you never pop off your block's soft
Man I'll knock everybody on your block's block off

You fake gat clapper mad actor
I'm backwards watch how this pump give you mad asthma
Put your punk story in it's last chapter

I $#&@ed the pumps off a D but you a cat stacker
No party's like a house party yeah
You know a shorty's sleepin' on that couch prolly dead

That's what we get into why even knock? You'll never get into
A house party we don't party like you ^!$$%s do


[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
Wadadadang wadadadadang
Wadadadang wadadadadang

[Verse 4: Joe Budden]

I know a couple new ^!$$%s tried to start this
Lemme help you out dawg trickin' is still trickin' regardless
We not in the same you funny to us I use mouth for my jeans you need your money to $#&@

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