House Party

Hey, Leggo

Hey, Leggo

Hey, Leggo

I told him meet me in the backstreet and don’t forget to bring the money

Gotta look out on the block and they screamin’ out there totally

I’m rockin’ in the kitchen, cookin’ up the coka

I said bodo moodoo shoke cuz you fuckin’ up my yola

Got a hundred bucks, not all

My every day is like a movie, get your pop off

A pussy gang call, I need a hard ball

You think you fuck with me, fuck for, you’d better stop boy

I get money by the bag, I get paper by the pound

Every time we in the stop, pop pop yea it’s goin’ down

I got all my bitches with me, lookin’ like a pageant

Red bottom, they’re wet

All you see is asses, blazing up our glasses

Toss ‘em to the real bitches, we don’t hit the real bitches

Know it cuz them real bitches did

Now catch me at the crib probly blowin’ off some stinky

Cuz I do it from the birthway down to the ickys and my black