Charles Hamilton - I Hate Parties lyrics

[Intro] You ever find yourself at a club and you're bouncing like, double time to a beat like this? I don't [Verse 1] I hate parties, I ain't even gonna front But the DJ threw the song, so I see this what you want Get to leaning in the front, get to bouncing in the back Show my face for a minute, then I'm bouncing through the back Cause I'm out, I'm in the lab making another song with substance But since I'm here I might as well just do this dumb sh** So where my ladies at? The smoking section If you get high enough you could hold my erection Cause I'm fly, sky high I'm a lady k**er call me Mr. Brightside Cause I shine when I black, night sky A prick on my records, but I'm a really nice guy Why this n***a wanna front? What the hell this n***a want From me and his b**h? I will get this n***a jumped I'm from Harlem, but the South got the bounce right now So I'mma spit like I got a grill in my mouth right now [Hook] That's what you wanna hear, that's what you gonna hear If you don't like it why the hell would you come in here? That's what you wanna hear, that's what you gonna hear If you don't like it, why the hell would you come in here? Sick of chillin', now it's time to get out of character Sick of chillin', now it's time to get out of character Sick of chillin', now it's time to get out of character Sick of chillin', now it's time to get out of character [Verse 2] Chicken wings, candy paint The color of my drank is the color of the paint Don't say you ballin' little homie, when you know you ain't Your Rolly fake, That ain't a Jacob that's a jake Got a can of Budweiser don't tell me that I can't drank You must not know my name Charles Hamilton Yeah I'm still strange I got money, why the f** I need a chain? What's your name? Where you from? I wanna cum, so girl give me some brain She said "I wanna come, can I bring my friend Loraine?" I said "Okay, just put your face between her legs" She got taste, I got cla** I take them to school, put your a** in her face So I can catch you talking sh** on tape I'm not a loser, I just like to be chased [Hook] [Verse 3] Maybe I can get a little bit intelligent Say some sh** the kids will dig because it's relevant Or maybe that'll blow your high too much But I don't give a f** cause I'm screwed up I'm screwed up (x8) Maybe if I rhyme "booty", with "cutie", and "do me" I can get a hit record on my iTunes and stuff But I can't help the fact that my mind screwed up My mind screwed up (x8) [Hook] Say the same sh** 50 million times (It's a hit!)(x8) [Hook]