Fatman Scoop - We Came To Party lyrics

[Intro] I just wanna make sweet love to you, baby, you know what I'm saying? I just wanna touch you all over… aw, please! [Hook: Fatman Scoop & LL Cool J] We came to party, we came to party We came to party, we came to party We came to party, we came to party Hey look, I've got my hands all on your body [Verse 1: LL Cool J] Ain't no problem, I'm on it – oldest man in the club Also one of the richest, a hundred bottles of bub It's just me and the Russians, we get all of the love They was aware of the image, they wanna see what he does TMZ in my face, Oprah all on my couch Now I'm hosting the Grammys, what is this all about? International baller, I must admit I had doubts If they wasn't callin' me back, they was callin' me out Game moved to the South, I just closed my mouth Intellect like Belichick when he be switching the routes I'm too old for the games, no time for the lames Next challenge? Get this generation screaming my name Who could do what I did? Boy, I must be the sh** Waved 106 & Park to play date with the kids People texting my wife, tryna ruin my night So I help ‘em mind they business with some bottles on ice [Hook x2] [Bridge x8] Destruction in the club [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Oh, no… Big Snoop Dogg Ice so cold you can see it through the fog To walk in my shoes it'll be a little jog And if you step by the pockets, you gon' be up in the morgue The peoples is peepin', peepin' The b**hes is dippin', dippin' So this is the mission, listen, I turn this sh** up It's the party-rocking, nonstopping, four-hopping, rip and rock Drippin' in this motherf**er, burn up, now turn up! [Verse 3: LL Cool J] We ain't flirtin', we talkin' – we ain't dancin', we walkin' Teenagers is pointin', couple cougars are hawkin' I don't come here that often, but it's totally awesome When you livin' for real, I don't consider it flossin' Panty lines are crossin', I'm proceedin' with caution I don't sh** where I eat, gotta manage your portions LL Cool J, I'm like the old-school orphan Representing alone, sittin' on factory chrome Shades on, in the zone – Kool Aid smile on my face My security's strapped, ain't no beef, just in case Me and my man Rich Whites, we in Vegas tonight Claudine on the celly, make sure that money is right Red carpet and tuxes, always where the bucks is Paparazzi are snapping, I can't believe this is happening Frustrating the haters, they're so sick of me rapping I'm enjoying your blog, I've got the same type of pa**ion [Hook x2] [Bridge x4: Fatman Scoop & LL Cool J] Fatman Scoop, Maserati Cool J They ain't think I can do it, that's why I had to debut it And let the critics review it, that way I spit and it's Buicks Since the beginning, I knew it – rollin' an L in the Buick Had the guts to pursue it, that's how a legend should do it [Hook x2]