The Party Don't Stop

Johnny Mathis

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    I got the ghetto grooves guranteed to make your shoes move
    Through the dance floor
    What you came for?Actin' like ain't know
    That I flows,everything over ?knocks?
    With the peep by the pound
    And the ice cream shop
    They finally drop the first lady off that No Limit tape
    And I'ma ???? flows baby,think I ain't!
    You can't see even if you had a bird's eye view
    Or bifocals, these mind vocals just goes
    On and on, you know you can't resist
    So let your head knock back and look foward to this, Miss
    Biggest Momma with the ?rhyme-a? and Prada
    Fly known rigotta and my ice just gotta
    Light up the room like Vegas
    Been by my papa,ever since my flight that China white
    Peelin' wit' the steel,recognize the real
    Better rimes and bring skills I will
    Keep it locked,word to my moms dredlocks
    Some nights I just wanna set the party on top
    Wit' P and the Ill Na Na,unified hip hop
    Mo' chedda as long as the party don't stop

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    We don't care if the party don't stop
    Got nothing but time so let the beat knock pop
    Bangin' to the east
    Shakin' it to the west
    Throw it up northside
    And the south gonna handle the rest
    (repeat)

    [Master P]

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    There ain't No Limit to this game I spit
    36's on 55,I got money to get
    It's the Ill Na Na wit' the Big Momma
    Now I'm the Big Poppa,I mean a Big Dada
    I used to make my money hustlin' and bustin' wit' gats
    Now-a-days I get money for bustin' rhymes and raps
    I got the cocoa and cream,not the kind that steam
    Cause it's crispy and clean
    Cristale and green,uhhhhh!
    600 wit' that 28 inch will
    Word is 50 wit' no dollar bills
    Pearl presidential wit' that big and ????
    Tears on our backs but they still can't handle
    Independent black owned and I'm 'bout it 'bout it
    That's why No Limit is rowdy rowdy!

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    [Foxy Brown]
    Uhhh,you know dat na na don't fake none
    Millions by the Mason
    Shit,money I'ma take some
    Ask P,he know that Fox gettin' nasty
    Little sassy ass,'bout it 'bout it
    Hoes know I don't play that free shit
    Make 'em lick my shit hard
    Then leave that nigga with his dick hard
    Huhh,you got to work me to hurt me
    And when I'm bored fuck around on how you jerk yours
    From NY to NO
    Niggas know they my hoes,bringin' my doe
    Wanna floss wit' me in the front seat of your 3
    Hunderd Benz-do,watch us work them ends though
    Baddest bitch with that multi platnuim clit
    Peep this,don't let a trick fuck you and I heard you ?licked?
    Ice Cream Man

    [Master P]
    Wit' the Ill Na Na and this Big Momma
    That's why the party don't stop

    chorus

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