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METHOD MAN lyrics : "Party Crasher"


[Intro: club bouncer]


Aww %#@!... not these ^!$$%z again!
Aiyyo listen!
I'm only lettin five of you mother$#&@ers in here tonight

If your man ain't on the guest list
He get to the BACJ of the $#&@in line
And you know another mother$#&@in thing?

I don't give a $#&@ if a (*##$ spill a drink
in this mother$#&@er tonight
I'm kickin ALL y'all the $#&@ outta here


[Method Man]
Uhh

Muh'$#&@ers be up in the club scared to $#&@in death
^!$$% if you scared why don't yo' $$# just stay the $#&@ home
Check it out uhh


Me and mines at the door, ain't tryin to pay your fees
Stop playin, you $#&@in with me, I push my way in

Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up
Guzzlin Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch
Bouncin ^!$$% lookin like he want war

Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah
Pattin me down like the law
As I stumble in the party

Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure
Loungin near the bar section, rolled the L
and kept steppin, concealed weapon, razor sharp

Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket
Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin for matches?
Burn somethin, one toke got me blasted

Took another toke then I passed it, choke!
Fantastic, herb ain't no joke
Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish

Ladies on the dance floor, shakin they $$#es
Got millon dollar broke ^!$$%z, that makin passes
Honey with the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic

Skin like blackberry molasses, mmmmm
At last it's, time to step and make her mine
^!$$%s headin toward the bathroom tuckin they shines

Brothers got to keep it movin, playin with kids
that won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban
You know what this is...


("Yo Duke that's your diamonds right there God?
Yo that %#@!'ll go RIGHT where my people ain't right now.."

"Yo don't touch my %#@!!")

Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream

End of story couldn't find shorty, party scene's
now a $#&@ed up chaotic thing, won't be long
before the sirens intervene, the terrotory

Can't we all get along, without the ruckus
Got big bouncin muh'$#&@ers, tryin to rush us
I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench

of a hell bent environment, the odds against us
Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall
All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl

Uhh, every time I try to have a good time why?
Somebody always $#&@in it up, killin my high, damn
Monkey wrench they whole program, party over

By that time I'm dead sober
In the midst of this whole %#@! fo' soldiers, dead gone
You can tell that they was heat holders

Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set
(*##$ slipped and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids
rushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin Duke

half to death and took his Rolex, it's horrible
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