Studio Ton - Where the Party At lyrics

[Computer voice] Where's the party at [E-40][Verse 1] Forget it man, I can't lie I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' fly I shoots the game, the gift of spit The gift of gab, boy, the gift is ripped Good with the sk** that makes ya feel it Those that don't wanna feel it need to k** it Knows that I can gigiddy go when it's time to Get on the M-I-C-R-O- P-H-O-N-E It's me the hustler E-40 With them brandy seperators as if it was funky A brother like me don't hang around no s**ers that be faulty I be puttin' the group up in the boot Be puttin' the peas up in the pod Left the cookies in the jar, now I'm a rap star The rapologist, I pull a 40 out of my ball cap Then I flush it down my esophagus Cause partner ain't never been no punk in this I'm so serious brother, I got meals, wheels And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills Givin' up deals, hills let em' go for a lil' bit a nothin' As I showcase my sk**s for rid-neal [Hook x2] There's a party over here, a party over there A party everywhere...put ya hands up There's a party over here, a party over there A party everywhere [Kaveo][Verse 2] Pullin' up in the club about eleven I place my feet and hit the beat and kept the engine revvin' I got a lil' doja that I'm finna' to break down Roll em' up in a zag, lick em' stick em' and clown I'm fully dig with a fit, my game is on hit I got tenders on my tip cause I'm livin' with this Goin tight with the knack, and puttin' in scratch Brothas better have a tight grip on they stuff, man, cause I'm bout to snatch Ya botch and she loves it she'll be mobbin' up in the Cutla** Puffin' on some of this chronic while I'm gettin' her straight pantyless What about the drought season, they be lookin' for a reason It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin' Extra manish how I'm livin' and my name is groupie It's Mr. 30-30 givin' up game to all you hoochies Britches I be sportin' stone cold boots and sometimes Jordans Saggin' and grabbin' my little pecker Talkin' about sick on my gold better [E=40] I remember when crevice was hard to come by back in the days before I was in junior high All they wanted to do is kiss and let me play with they vagina I got my freshen up, I put on my chucks, hopin' some down with pluck The finest botch on the playground, the one with the big a** bu*t 40 I love you, I miss you, I need you In retrospect to who? Batch come anew, batch come anew [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Cause we makes like thugs Get twisted in the parking lot before we go up in the clubs Hugs and kisses, gotta make sure we got our gloves Hugs and kisses, E-40, Kaveo and Young Mugz Hugs and kisses, straight to the bar no time to waste Kickin' em' back while they take the place Order me a shot of that nuclear waste Thinkin' they about to beat my face Oh no, I'm nothin' but a professional Oh no, we're nothin' but professionals Hoochies all in my face with some of that dope water Brothers already pervin off some of that swamp water So I'mma make a toast to the most Mobbish lookin' brothers in the citay midnay Cause brothers gotta get the sh** that's really gidnay Batches on our jock, batches on our jock We might have to throw thangs to these brothas That's a Captain Save a botch They wanna be like the big boys and sport big boots They wanna be like the big boys and sport triple X suits I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me [Hook x2] [Outro] We in this baby boy pervin' E-40 N' the Mossie And I'm still down with The C-L-I-C-K Comin' yo way in the 94' The 95', it don't stop boy ain't no jive Sell the rest of them tapes boy Where the deposit at, where mine at Oh for real, I'm out [Computer voice repeated to fade] Where's the party at...Where's the party at Where's the party at, where's the party at, where's the party at