Method Man - Party Crasher lyrics

[Intro: club bouncer] Aww sh**... not these n***az again! Aiyyo listen! I'm only lettin five of you motherf**ers in here tonight If your man ain't on the guest list He get to the BACJ of the f**in line And you know another motherf**in thing? I don't give a f** if a b**h spill a drink in this motherf**er tonight I'm kickin ALL y'all the f** outta here [Method Man] Uhh Muh'f**ers be up in the club scared to f**in d**h n***a if you scared why don't yo' a** just stay the f** home Check it out uhh Me and mines at the door, ain't tryin to pay your fees Stop playin, you f**in with me, I push my way in Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up Guzzlin Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch Bouncin n***a lookin like he want war Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah Pattin me down like the law As I stumble in the party Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure Loungin near the bar section, rolled the L and kept steppin, concealed weapon, razor sharp Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin for matches? Burn somethin, one toke got me blasted Took another toke then I pa**ed it, choke! Fantastic, herb ain't no joke Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish Ladies on the dance floor, shakin they a**es Got millon dollar broke n***az, that makin pa**es Honey with the eye gla**es, body work is Boombastic Skin like blackberry mola**es, mmmmm At last it's, time to step and make her mine n***as headin toward the bathroom tuckin they shines Brothers got to keep it movin, playin with kids that won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban You know what this is... ("Yo Duke that's your diamonds right there God? Yo that sh**'ll go RIGHT where my people ain't right now.." "Yo don't touch my sh**!") Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream End of story couldn't find shorty, party scene's now a f**ed up chaotic thing, won't be long before the sirens intervene, the terrotory Can't we all get along, without the ruckus Got big bouncin muh'f**ers, tryin to rush us I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench of a hell bent environment, the odds against us Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl Uhh, every time I try to have a good time why? Somebody always f**in it up, k**in my high, damn Monkey wrench they whole program, party over By that time I'm dead sober In the midst of this whole sh** fo' soldiers, dead gone You can tell that they was heat holders Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set b**h slipped and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids rushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin Duke half to d**h and took his Rolex, it's horrible Like a front page