Where the Party At (feat. The Mossie-Kaveo & Young Mugzie)

[Computer voice]
 Where's the party at
 [Verse 1]
 Forget it man, I can't lie
 I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk
 I shoots the game, the gift I spit
 The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped
 Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it
 Those that don't wanna feel it need to kill it
 Knows that I can giddy go
 When it's time to get on the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E
 It's me the hustler 40
 With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky
 A brother like me don't hang around no suckers that be faulty
 I be puttin' the group up in the boot
 Be puttin' the peas up in the pod
 Left the cookies in the jar, now I'm a rap star
 The rapologist, I pull a 40 out of my ball cap
 Then I bust ya down side of this
 Cause partner ain't never been no punk in this
 I'm so serious brother, I got meals, wheels
 And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills
 Givin' up deals, hills let em' go for a lil' nothin'
 As I showcase my skills for real
 [Hook x2]
 There's a party over here, a party over there
 A party everywhere... put ya hands up
 There's a party over here, a party over there
 A party everywhere
 [Verse 2]
 Pullin' up in the club about eleven
 I plays my feet and hit the beat and kept it revvin'
 I got a lil' doja that I'm fixin' to break down
 Roll em' up in a zag, lick em' stick em' and clown
 I'm fully dig with a dick, my game is on hit
 I got tipped so I tip cause I'm livin' with this
 Game tight with the knack, I'm pullin' in scratch
 They better have a tight grip on they stuff cause I'm bout to snatch
 Your batch if she wants it she'll be mine in the Cutlass
 Puffin' on some of this chronic while I'm gettin' straight laced
 Heard about the drought season, they be lookin' for a reason
 It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin'
 Extra manish how I'm livin' and my name is groupie
 It's Mr. 30-30 givin' up game to all you hoochies
 b*tches always splittin' stick the wood but sometimes wouldn't
 Suckin' and grabbin' my little pecker
 Talkin' about sick on my gold better
 I remember when carts was Barbie cut before I was in junior high
 All they wanted to do is kiss and let me play with they vagina
 I got my freshen up, I put on my chucks, also down with pluck
 Th finest watch on the playground, the one with the big ass butt
 40 I love you, I miss you, I need you
 And retrospect to who
 b*tch come anew, b*tch come anew
 [Hook x2]
 [Verse 3]
 Cause we made like thugs
 Get juiced in the parking lot before we go up in the clubs
 Hugs and kisses, gotta make sure we got our gloves
 Hugs and kisses, E-40 can't be on any more
 Hugs and kisses, straight to the bar no time to waste
 Kickin' em' back while they take the place
 Order me a shot of that liquor to taste
 Thinkin' they about to beat my face
 Oh no, I'm nothin' but a professional
 Oh no, we're nothin' but professionals
 Hoochies all in my face with some of that dope water
 Brothers already purple off some of that soap water
 So I'ma make a toast to the most
 Mobbish lookin' brothers in this by midnight
 Cause brothers gotta get the sh*t that's really in man
 Batches on our jock, batches on our jock
 Mind teachin' things to these brothers
 Cause that's us, Captain Save a botch
 They wanna be like big boys and sport big loot
 They wanna be like big boys and sport fresh suits
 I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me
 I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me
 I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me
 I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me
 [Hook x2]
 [Outro]
 We in this baby boy swervin'
 E-40 in the mob scene
 And I'm still down with The C-L-I-C-K
 Comin' yo way in the 94
 Then 95, it don't stop boy ain't no jive
 Sell the rest of them tapes boy
 Where the deposit at, where mine at
 Oh for real, I'm out
 [Computer voice repeated to fade]
 Where's the party at... Where's the party at
 Where's the party at, where's the party at, where's the party at