King Fantastic - Coastal Shindig lyrics

[Verse 1: Reese One] They say Maurice ain't fun I been a grumpy motherf**er since I was 21 It ain't that, its just your party's be wack I'm from an era my n***a, where everything used to crack And now you walk up in the club, it's a motherf**ing dud Be some super bad b**hes giving love to these scrubs And the music don't hit all motherf**ing night with that Cash Money bullsh** Dude I'm grown and I'm half way rich I can party at home I got a myriad of ho's on this here Iphone That will get on that E-40 and come jump my bones So Imma hit up my n***a's and hit up these b**hes Here's a thousand dollars buy some drank and sh** to mix it And call my n***a Midget, tell him we need d** Tell 'em bring a combo pack Imma spend a couple bucks [Hook: Reese One] You are cordially invited by Trouble and k**er Reese To a party on the westside, right by the beach It's a stone f**ing groove, everything is on me Got a lot of sh** to smoke, got a lot of sh** to drink You are cordially invited by Trouble and k**er Reese To a party on the westside, right by the beach Got a lot of sh** to eat, choice cut meats And I can walk around n down, with no shirt and bare feet [Verse 2: Reese One] One of the best b**hes you ever seen Is a back up player, third string on this team You be picking at the pick through I party with the p**y that you n***a's can't get to We don't pa** around tramps We ain't no kids, ain't gone be no double f**ing in the camp If you touch one of my friends and then try to slurp me Then you the kind of b**h that will slide a n***a herpes And you the type of b**h that I don't be around I don't know who brought this clown but tell your friend to sit down She k**ing off my high and tearing up my bud She is uncivilized and belongs in a club [Hook] You are cordially invited by Trouble and k**er Reese To a party on the westside, right by the beach It's a stone f**ing groove, everything is on me Got a lot of sh** to smoke, got a lot of sh** to drink You are cordially invited by Trouble and k**er Reese To a party on the westside, right by the beach Got a lot of sh** to eat, choice cut meats And I can walk around n down, with no shirt and bare feet [Verse 3: Reese One] Ain't no last call, ain't no dress code Ain't no a**hole, saying the list closed Ain't no bar tab with three damn zeros I ain't bout to spend that on you negros Ain't no last call, ain't no dress code Ain't no a**hole, saying the list closed Ain't no bar tab with three damn zeros I ain't bout to waste that, I'm on the West [Hook] You are cordially invited by Trouble and k**er Reese To a party on the westside, right by the beach It's a stone f**ing groove, everything is on me Got a lot of sh** to smoke, got a lot of sh** to drink You are cordially invited by Trouble and k**er Reese To a party on the westside, right by the beach Got a lot of sh** to eat, choice cut meats And I can walk around n down, with no shirt and bare feet