Pitch In OnA Party

Pitch In OnA Party -DJ Quik

Momma

I know you said that you wanted a record

You could listen to

With no cussing and sh*t

I tried

But I still gotta do this

Yo

Jingle jingle

We've go the lingo

With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first single

It don't matter cuz I'm underground anyway

Rich balling b**ch call and fly any day

You dirty niggas y'all too whack to dance

Y'all need to ease up off that now

Before y'all splint y'all pants

And leave that up to my niggas young fly niggas

Getting down you and I niggas don't try niggas

I changed my mind I don't want your b**ch

Cuz sorry a**women just don't get rich

You could keep her

I'd rather have a fifi bag because it's cheaper

You can't come up for NL

I gets deeper

And my hold is so cold it's a sleeper

So pass the reafer

And to you false balling niggas just grab your crotches

But if you paid ni**a pat your pockets

And for sure

You've got yours

I've got mine's and we're balling

So call up everybody

Let's pitch in ona party for sure

And for sure

You've got yours

I've got mine's and we're balling

So call up everybody

Let's pitch in ona party for sure

Alright

Somebody play the potato

Let's take a ballad

On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid

Cuz we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again

And here come the police with them big black boots again

Kicking niggas out

Hand cuffing and stuffing they banging jacky chicken in they mouth

And time to shine pitching a fit

Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt

And won't pass the sh*t

Who keeps turning the lights on

Why the music keep skipping

And why these dirty khaki niggas tripping

I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted

500dollars worth of white star

About to hide it

Cuz y'all ain't drinking mine up

You better drink that anj and palmason

And the rest of that wine up

You party haters need to stop it

I think we really about to pat your pockets

And for sure

You've got yours

I've got mine's and we're balling

So call up everybody

Let's pitch in ona party for sure

And for sure

You've got yours

I've got mine's and we're balling

So call up everybody

Let's pitch in ona party for sure

Hey baby

My girlfriend left me today

So which one of you old ragedy a**b**ches

Wanna come in here and play

That's what my homie told and try to cop the cancun

Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom

And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor

By the big screen tv where your pants go

Some of you niggas I swear

I try to throw y'all a ragedy a**party

And y'all don't even care

Cigarette burns in my plush

Empty beer bottles in the brush

And my b**ch acting like a lush

Boy what else could go wrong

Somebody kick the extension cord out

Move

Y'all gotta be some of the clumsiest muthaf**kas

To the sounds now some

Y'all done f**ked up

Get out get on

Speed up ni**a

Get up take your w**d on

Ya ni**a the drunk ni**a said it

Your pockets that's where I'm sending

K go

And for sure

You've got yours

I've got mine's and we're balling

So call up everybody

Let's pitch in ona party for sure

And for sure

You've got yours

I've got mine's and we're balling

So call up everybody

Let's pitch in ona party for sure

And for sure

You've got yours

I've got mine's and we're balling

So call up everybody

Let's pitch in ona party for sure

And for sure

You've got yours

I've got mine's and we're balling

So call up everybody

Let's pitch in ona party for sure