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[spoken] You know I've been chillin' I've been trryin' to get into this little house party but they ain't plain' nothing that I can feel You know what I mean They be playin' a little something here and there but, I don't know, I might leave Ohhh that's what I'm talkin' about Yeah Who is this This is good I'm feelin' I'm feelin How come you didn't play that earlier Letras de canciones [Boots] I write my lyrics on parking tickets and summons from the court I scribbled this on an application for county suppo' I practice this like a sport Met Donald Trump and he froze up Standin' on his Bentley yellin' "Pimps down hos up!" Stop tryin' to front all Break our ass a clump off We goin' stop the world make all you motherfuckers jump off This is my resume slash resignation A ransom note with proposed legislation A fevered ultimatum You should take it verbatim 'Cause I got two bangin' pieces and you don't wanna date 'em Flyin' kites for my folks at home Who takin' tokes alone We payin' rent on shit they don't even s'posed to own Narratin' through my verse Agitatin' through the curse It's a million motherfuckers just waitin' on the first Anticipatin' on the worst Wanna weightin' up your purse? Shut the jobby job down at noon and don't disperse They wouldn't pay ya as far as they can throw you they think your flunkin' but they don't know you This a turf operetta played with twelve shot Barettas By the Burger King workers who be slappin' on your lettuce Wrote that in the back of those apartments On coupons from agricultural departments When we put down the X-O we can let the threats go And start shittin' it's the ghetto manifesto [Chorus] That's what I'm talkin' about Make me scream and shout East, West, North and South Don't turn this party out That's what I'm talkin' about Make me scream and shout East, West, North and South Don't turn this party out They call me bird 'cause of my legs, but my ass don't sang Got a house arrest anklet, but it don't blang blang Got a homey with a cell, but that shit don't rang But at lights out bars clang and souls get stang Now what's the hustle a soundtrack, where the muscle around blacks Make yo' thoughts heavy drop a joint and make the ground crack Even renown hack historians have found that The people only bound back when they pound back So I take out a spray can and paste the pavement Defacing gravements of the sufferin' nascent The fouls are flagrant and death's the fragrance I overheard 'em asking vagrants for patience So check the liner notes, I steel my finer quotes From d-boys tryin' to flow them Gucci's and designer boats And party liner jokes and all kinda folks Who kinda broke with bar twenty 'cause they feel like a miner spoke The trees we got lifted by made our feet dangle So when I say burn well I mean the star spangled Let's all get high from the income angle Bump this at the party even if it ain't the single Here's a slum serenade with razor blades And grenades by the nannies and the maids who be polishin' the suede You can let the 'sess grow but let's make the sets grow into brigades with the ghetto manifesto [Chorus] That's what I'm talkin' about Make me scream and shout East, West, North and South Don't turn this party out That's what I'm talkin' about Make me scream and shout East, West, North and South Don't turn this party out [Chorus] That's what I'm talkin' about Make me scream and shout East, West, North and South Don't turn this party out That's what I'm talkin' about Make me scream and shout East, West, North and South Don't turn this party out [spoken] I'm just chillin', I'm just chillin' baby I'm right here, I'm ain't goin' nowhere Hey baby what's goin' on? I didn't even see you come in What you doin' here? You like this? Yeah, that's a bad ass song, ain't it an huh, whoo That's some piano, That's some bad piano Right, right Say what now Yeah No they tell me it's the Coup That's who it is, that's who is, yeah Yeah i thought it was something else But it's the Coup Say waht now? No I ain't goin' nowhere why don't you just get me a drink Yeah No ice Come on now Quit holdin' out DJ, don't turn that off Let it play again Whooo That's a good piano, I like that funky guitar, funky guitar Know what I mean? You like that breakdown? like that break down? I'm feelin' it Sit down on my lap I ain't goin' to bite Say what now What I'm doin' I'm just havin me a good time Havin' me a good time, yeah From Letras Mania