Personal Party

[Intro:]

Uhhhh

Riiiight

[Verse 1: Smoke dza]

Flying down the westside, joint in my ear

One 'bout to get lit up, I'm 'bout to make it disappear

In thin air, feeling untouchable;

Tommy buns, sincere. You think I give a fuck

About a red light? Niggas can't do it, so they dead tight

Hating on a young slick nigga that's gettin' it

Fly shit; I mastered it. Nothing like your average

Cookie patch, rugby bucket, low-life paris sniffs

A nigga got to eat. Paraphernalia in my boxer briefs

It's monopoly, I need property

I ain't tryna end up like them previous lames

Caught up, no bail money, slumped in the game

Watch niggas lives flush down the drain

The results of not playin' they lane

Old head asked, "dza, you in it for the money or fame? "

I said, "I'm in it for the legacy" - triple my change, nigga

(Right)

[Hook: Smoke dza]

Minus the bull, life is great

Super high, out of space

Mind blown, got me on freeze

Plus everybody got they own trees

It's a personal party

(Uh)

Light up at ya own pace, cause it's a personal party

(Uh)

I'm taking this one to the face, cause it's a personal party

(Pause)

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

Uh, too hard for paper

Write these rhymes on a steel plate. His words hold weight

Nigga, spitta! From el salvador to the l.a

'Jet life' on the billboard. Never forget that day

Man, everything going just as planned

My driver rollin' up at the airport cause I'm finna land

My girl at my hide-out; cheffin' up, she hear that door slam?

That pussy wettin' up, as I'm steppin' up

She rippin' off her clothes for spitta to tear it up

Now homie is it clear enough?

I say 'get money, fuck bitches' cause I get money: These bitches wanna fuck

Now is it clear enough? Homie is it addin' up?

[Hook: Smoke dza]

Minus the bull, life is great

Super high, out of space

Mind blown, got me on freeze

Plus everybody got they own trees

It's a personal party

(Uh)

Light up at ya own pace, cause it's a personal party

(Uh)

I'm taking this one to the face, cause it's a personal party

(Pause)

[Verse 3: Smoke dza]

Right, levitating on v-don's beat

Get well soon, 'kush god' speed

Got these niggas sick, taken long z's

Matter fact, this one's on me

For everybody that I lost this year:

You know love is due, this one's for you

Indecisive, I got choices. Voice of the voiceless

I speak for the unheard, y'ain't got to say one word

I got you, be a fake nigga - not to

Nobody keep it real like I do

Everybody's prey in this game of survival, do or die

Niggas don't abide by rules, it's a cold world

Ain't nothing else to do but pray

Little nigga got shot in the mouth broad day yesterday

Life - what it's worth to you?

Questions deep enough for me to light a personal

Dza