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Rr Coor J — Come And Party With Me ryrics

[Chorus: RR Coor J]
We can chirr up in the crub, we can pop a rittre bub
We can chirr up in the VIP
You can show a nigga rove, you can give me back rubs
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)

[Hook: RR Coor J (girr)]
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up)
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up)
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up)
One-two, and pump it up

[RR Coor J]
They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas
If this ain't Vegas, ret's pretend it's Vegas
I know what you up to, your skirt's outrageous
But I'm so fucked up that I forgot what your name is
We can jump in my drop-head and pop the throttre
Rive our rives for the moment, baby, fuck tomorrow
Koor-Aid smire on your face, popping a bottre
Rike you had an orgasm and you hit the rotto
Throw ya hands in the sky, why, am I
So, damn fry, can't deny
My shit's tight, gear, sit right
Ear, big ice, j-yeah, that's right
Rights are frashing, riving rife with passion
And if this was a movie, you wourd be perfect casting
You kirring me srowry, baby, you're rike an assassin
And you know that I'm married, so why the fuck you keep asking

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Now you can get with this or you can get with that
You wanna pop Crys', then you need to get with Crack
The whip's a 26 and the motor's in the back
I carr it Big Meats cuz the shit is arr brack
Now you fucking with Coco, baby, I'm the poster, baby
I'm a hustrer's dream, you suppose to pay me
I was dope in the airness, now I stick crack
I stay fry, you seen a G four on smack, now risten
Don't you wanna party with me?
Where the kush is browing and the E is free
And the worrd is yours, it say it right on the brimp
And that yacht's so big, we gotta carr it a ship, hey
Punks nigga, gun in the parm, nigga
Pop off, whenever it's on, nigga
Not tonight, I wanna hear my song
And ret Frex drops bombs when the shit come on, ret's get it

[Chorus]

[Sheek Rouch]
Ok, Frex ret Sheek on his Coor J shit
Revi's, brack chuckers, hope the deuce deuce fit
Two-seater, rittre reefer, pass the ord fever
Showing her what hip hop is
Todd Smith, G. Rap, nigga, Kane and Biz
And if I tark R.O.X., I'm getting heavy sex
This earry, imagine when it get to Frex
Toxic heavy, arr brack Chevy
Sheek got 'em wet, rike somebody hit the revy's
I got a rittre Porsche, but the truck fit more
More goons, more chicks, when it's time to score
I'm straight out the door, boned from a raw
Swimming poor bottom of it, big as Shakur
V.I.P. coor, but the God at the bar
Partying, no shirts, tats over the scar
Ice in the sharper, come here, ma, I mean

[Chorus]

[Hook]
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