After The Party

[Intro:]

Aiyyo baby come over here lemme, let me holla at you for a minute

("I am your conscience! ")

Nah nah I'm sayin f'real, come over here

Nah f'real let me, lemme holla at you f'real, no, no bullshit

("I am making a total ass of myself") Fuck nah

("I am your conscience! ") Aiyyo check it out, ay umm

You wanna go to the Waffle House, get some food?

("I just did another pick-up line that didn't go over")

No~! What the fuck you mean no? I'm sayin yo, I'm... aight

("Maybe I should tell her what a famous rapper I am")

("Yeah - that'll get her on my side")

I'm Phonte from Little Brother, you heard, you know me

"Can't stop, won't... stop"

("She's never heard of me - WOW! What a SURPRISE! ")

("I am your conscience! ") Aight look okay maybe you got a bad mouth

Aight, whatever for, I'm just sayin

Now don't, don't make a nigga go home tonight man I, I

("Maybe you should just say something nice to her and, wrap it up! ")

I I mean, I'm just saying like, you lookin good knahmsayin

("You're not fucking tonight! ") Don't let a nigga go home alone tonight

("I am your conscience! ")

[Rapper Big Pooh:]

Parking lot pimps, 9 out of 10 more parking lot simps

Ladies want lobster but settle fo' shrimps

Dikembe Mutombo, blockin all attempts

Niggaz ain't pimps

Tuggin elbows, when you walk by

Compliment you on your toes

Heard all the cons now listen to the pros

Knew you looked girl that's just the way it goes

As if you didn't know; I saw you at the bar

I'm leanin on this Escalade, but it ain't my car

When you gon' recognize I'm somethin like a star

My crib down the street, we ain't gotta go far

I know I sound wrong, but I'm just bein real

No games, aim is to tell you how I feel

Tryin to cop a feel

Me and you backseat, I just wanna chill

If looks could kill, first name would be Bill

[Chorus: Carlitta Durand]

Out on a Friday night

Fake smiles and flashing lights

Where do all the lonely people go when the party's over?

Everybody is your friend

I hope this never ends

Cause I don't know where lonely people go when the party's over

(And the people go...)

[Phonte:]

The milk's gone bad, the bees flew South

The honey's all gone and the birds talkin 'bout

They ain't hangin out cause they gotta go to work

One just had a daughter, one gotta go to church

I think I need to work, on me cause it hurts

To see every weekend eatin all my paystub

Always tryin to impress these niggaz

With expensive-ass liquor I don't even like the taste of

I think it's sickening

Things we do to see and be seen on the scene

We seem to love it, so lost when the lights go off

We sit and we often wonder what's the meaning of it

It's like nobody want to live they life

They just wanna re-enact the same scene every night

Everybody's sellin fantasies, no matter what the price

Like I'll love you forever, but forever ends tonight

This is the last call, for the jump off express

All potential passengers please leave your pride and dignity in the parking lot

And come holla at the nigga in the red '93 Civic

One deluxe pass, on the jump off express gets you

One meal at the 24 hour restaurant of your choice

Followed by 15 minutes of passion on my momma futon

Those with self-esteem need not apply

[Chorus x2]

[Outro:]

Sheeit~! I think I'm just go on hit up this cookout on Capital Boulevard

Go on get me a fancy, banana pudding shake, and a side of hush puppies

Just call it a God damn night man, it's over