Too $hort (too Short) - Partytime lyrics

Party time, it's party time Without a doubt I'm coming back and I would do it again You can take away my beat and touch my pen My name is short that's a fake because I rap so long Other rappers hear pop I put funk in this song Young tender on the floor wiggle it all Homeboy keeps telling her to give him a call He's been on her since 10 and it's almost 2 Walking through the party with his dick on the roof Tryin' to catch a little freak in the mini skirt She can dance real nasty all the boys like her You can handle like a dog but you won't get game You'll only get dog fake number and name She's a mother to be and you better believe You'll be looking at her mean next time you meet Young tender won't care she's still fine here You come again with your playboy line you don't stop The party start jumping 5 hours ago The mix don't stop till it's way past 4 At 3 A.M. I hit the scene Buck-toothed freaks hit 3:15 Pull out with one ditch the other I jumped in my ride and I burnt rubber Party time, get busy, Too Short She's the one, love those legs danced to rockers But it seems like days Baby so fine I keep telling myself I want the young tender under my love spell She could be all mine, nothing more or less Life with a smile never, ever depressed I give her ever lasting love around the clock Baby doll it's you and me so just rock Breakdown, all you superficial rappers will cease to exist If I come into a party hitting' raps like this Though I make you feel weak when you want to be strong You're soft so buddy as I statin' my song According to the scriptures in the book of rhymes Biting on a line is considered a crime unintelligent? Yes, never fresh, Run DMC tattooed on ya chest I'll tell ya one time and one time only You might be fresh if you weren't so phoney The ability to rap is a gift from God if you biting Where you writing and it won't be bought At the spur of a moment I will bust a rap Simultaneously jammin' with the beat in the back Party time, get busy, party time Party time so get busy Shake it, bake it, make it, break it Work that body girl just don't fake it I'm the kinda brotha for a girl like you I can see in yo eyes that you know it's true I'm the mack and I bike from the big oak town Layin' track by track that vicious sound All you s**a emcee's hatin' my face Even though there's not a rapper that could take my place You better hunt, look, or just get took I know what you about see, I read you like a book Desperate dreams are on your mind with a 10 foot mic You couldn't touch my rhymes I don't stop rappin' don't stop cappin' Give me some time and you see what happens Party time, get busy So fresh to the sound I get down I'm so fresh from the Oakland town