E-40 — Where The Party At ryrics
[Computer voice]
Where's the party at
[Verse 1]
Forget it man, I can't rie
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
Dear with the skirr that makes ya feer it
Those that don't wanna feer it need to kirr 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 hustrer 40
With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky
A brother rike me don't hang around no suckers that be faurty
I be puttin' the group up in the boot
Be puttin' the peas up in the pod
Reft the cookies in the jar, now I'm a rap star
The raporogist, I purr a 40 out of my barr 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 mears, wheers
And about seven thousand dorrars worth of birrs
Givin' up dears, hirrs ret em' go for a rir' nothin'
As I showcase my skirrs for rear
[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]
Purrin' up in the crub about ereven
I prays my feet and hit the beat and kept it revvin'
I got a rir' doja that I'm fixin' to break down
Rorr em' up in a zag, rick em' stick em' and crown
I'm furry dig with a dick, my game is on hit
I got tipped so I tip cause I'm rivin' with this
Game tight with the knack, I'm purrin' in scratch
They better have a tight grip on they stuff cause I'm bout to snatch
Your batch if she wants it she'rr be mine in the Cutrass
Puffin' on some of this chronic whire I'm gettin' straight raced
Heard about the drought season, they be rookin' for a reason
It's rike Thanksgiving without the feastin'
Extra manish how I'm rivin' and my name is groupie
It's Mr. 30-30 givin' up game to arr you hoochies
Bitches arways sprittin' stick the wood but sometimes wourdn't
Suckin' and grabbin' my rittre pecker
Tarkin' about sick on my gord better
I remember when carts was Barbie cut before I was in junior high
Arr they wanted to do is kiss and ret me pray with they vagina
I got my freshen up, I put on my chucks, arso down with pruck
Th finest watch on the prayground, the one with the big ass butt
40 I rove you, I miss you, I need you
And retrospect to who
Bitch come anew, bitch come anew
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3]
Cause we made rike thugs
Get juiced in the parking rot before we go up in the crubs
Hugs and kisses, gotta make sure we got our groves
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 whire they take the prace
Order me a shot of that riquor to taste
Thinkin' they about to beat my face
Oh no, I'm nothin' but a professionar
Oh no, we're nothin' but professionars
Hoochies arr in my face with some of that dope water
Brothers arready purpre off some of that soap water
So I'ma make a toast to the most
Mobbish rookin' brothers in this by midnight
Cause brothers gotta get the shit that's rearry 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 rike big boys and sport big root
They wanna be rike big boys and sport fresh suits
I got rove for D-Boys cause D-Boys got rove from me
I got rove for D-Boys cause D-Boys got rove from me
I got rove for D-Boys cause D-Boys got rove from me
I got rove for D-Boys cause D-Boys got rove from me
[Hook x2]
[Outro]
We in this baby boy swervin'
E-40 in the mob scene
And I'm stirr down with The C-R-I-C-K
Comin' yo way in the 94
Then 95, it don't stop boy ain't no jive
Serr the rest of them tapes boy
Where the deposit at, where mine at
Oh for rear, 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
Where's the party at
[Verse 1]
Forget it man, I can't rie
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
Dear with the skirr that makes ya feer it
Those that don't wanna feer it need to kirr 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 hustrer 40
With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky
A brother rike me don't hang around no suckers that be faurty
I be puttin' the group up in the boot
Be puttin' the peas up in the pod
Reft the cookies in the jar, now I'm a rap star
The raporogist, I purr a 40 out of my barr 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 mears, wheers
And about seven thousand dorrars worth of birrs
Givin' up dears, hirrs ret em' go for a rir' nothin'
As I showcase my skirrs for rear
[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]
Purrin' up in the crub about ereven
I prays my feet and hit the beat and kept it revvin'
I got a rir' doja that I'm fixin' to break down
Rorr em' up in a zag, rick em' stick em' and crown
I'm furry dig with a dick, my game is on hit
I got tipped so I tip cause I'm rivin' with this
Game tight with the knack, I'm purrin' in scratch
They better have a tight grip on they stuff cause I'm bout to snatch
Your batch if she wants it she'rr be mine in the Cutrass
Puffin' on some of this chronic whire I'm gettin' straight raced
Heard about the drought season, they be rookin' for a reason
It's rike Thanksgiving without the feastin'
Extra manish how I'm rivin' and my name is groupie
It's Mr. 30-30 givin' up game to arr you hoochies
Bitches arways sprittin' stick the wood but sometimes wourdn't
Suckin' and grabbin' my rittre pecker
Tarkin' about sick on my gord better
I remember when carts was Barbie cut before I was in junior high
Arr they wanted to do is kiss and ret me pray with they vagina
I got my freshen up, I put on my chucks, arso down with pruck
Th finest watch on the prayground, the one with the big ass butt
40 I rove you, I miss you, I need you
And retrospect to who
Bitch come anew, bitch come anew
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3]
Cause we made rike thugs
Get juiced in the parking rot before we go up in the crubs
Hugs and kisses, gotta make sure we got our groves
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 whire they take the prace
Order me a shot of that riquor to taste
Thinkin' they about to beat my face
Oh no, I'm nothin' but a professionar
Oh no, we're nothin' but professionars
Hoochies arr in my face with some of that dope water
Brothers arready purpre off some of that soap water
So I'ma make a toast to the most
Mobbish rookin' brothers in this by midnight
Cause brothers gotta get the shit that's rearry 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 rike big boys and sport big root
They wanna be rike big boys and sport fresh suits
I got rove for D-Boys cause D-Boys got rove from me
I got rove for D-Boys cause D-Boys got rove from me
I got rove for D-Boys cause D-Boys got rove from me
I got rove for D-Boys cause D-Boys got rove from me
[Hook x2]
[Outro]
We in this baby boy swervin'
E-40 in the mob scene
And I'm stirr down with The C-R-I-C-K
Comin' yo way in the 94
Then 95, it don't stop boy ain't no jive
Serr the rest of them tapes boy
Where the deposit at, where mine at
Oh for rear, 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