I've been searching for my niggas and I don't know where to go
I've been around my hood, how you know? And still I just don't know
Screaming that it's for the ladies, saying buka for the bros
When you see them won't you tell them there's a party going on
The regulator OP breaking you down with the rugged * sound
Be wearing a 5 foot 10, 170 pound lab from Harlem
Snatching * up like a *** bag
Who's that trick? The season of the thick
And your Lord knows that I've flared that old rugged *
My description alone got your brain pulsating
The beat of the beat of the beat of the beat
I thought I'm trying to ***, picture that
I'm representing the west side of this outfit
There's no damn doubt what I put out, it hits
Battle to battle, Galactica
I'm asking ya, do you want peace or do you want a massacre?
Bring it, I'm sending back to your COD
Cause I can spoke you enough, like the DOC
Hell up in Harlem is what I claim
Now I'm coming in on the bitches of the game
Sitting you whack, motherfuckers down back
The * off us now cause A plus tracks is the sound
Now who's the hoe to think they can fly with this?
I'm chopping groups to singles, so imagine I'm * soloist
Let it be known I'm coming bar none
Every man for themself, now my clique is about to start some
Ain't no party like an East Coast party
Cause the East Coast party don't stop
Ain't no party like a West Coast party
But the East Coast party, the hip-hop jiggy
Posse dick, you know the name we get
You know the niggas we with
And the hells that ride the dick
Before you try tripping, let it be known
That I'll be ripping that ass in and out
That's what I'm about
I've been searching for my niggas
And I don't know where to go
I've been around my hood, how you know?
And still I just don't know
Screaming bellies for the ladies
Saying, look up for the rose
When you see them, won't you tell them
There's a party going on
Off of the wall like Michael Jackson
Consider me bad, I step on stage
Like I came to kick ass
Drop the mic and step like Sandman's after your ass
When plus flips, niggas are getting cut like class
And all the niggas are getting cut like class
You sucka, MC's are my sons
Jesus is the one going buck buck like guns
I'll stick it in the head, then stick it in the side
And leave mystery blood like in O.J.'s ride
Posse, you're making me laugh, now die
You ain't respecting Lord's judgment, that's my reason
Fussing in posse deep to get him
Twisting ligaments like Steven Seagal hit him
Now hop on the love boat and ease your pain
Cruise the water through the sunshine and rain
Sipping a Guinness like it ain't no thing
Or get knocked the * out like Deebo's my name
Cause I got the body of a scarecrow, heart of a lion
Mind of the Wiz, that which is undying
So I ain't got time for you Dorothy MC's to try me
* around and get your chin checked three times by me
In the arena with my shorts sagging and my Timberlands loose
In case you wanna borrow my boots, I'm deadly but heavenly
You wanna know how good we'll never be, deadly and heavenly
Ah fool, just watch me
Ain't nobody like a East Coast party
Cause the East Coast party don't stop
Ain't nobody like a West Coast party
But the East Coast party don't stop
Check it in
Check it
I got a severe weight to keep your pain party
I'm able to commit and murder and find the * funny
It's a heat if I beat you like a batter up my back
Louisville to be exact, swing and get your head cracked
Watch your back, I'm packed with lyrics 24-7
The noted lyrical weapon is who I am, nigga
A savage like a wild cat from the shitty grounds
Of New York City, rough bound when I'm getting down
And I'm polished down, fools don't want none of me
Rough is how I'm coming, kicking * that you can't touch
Pick it back up, buddy, buck buck the devil
I'm picking back up the bone on another level
*, I'm robbing you for your spot on the charts, kid
I did my share until the bit is what I never did
Though one times watching every move I make
Cause I swat ten boots and rollin' with my crazy troops
I've been searching for my niggas and I don't know where to go
I've been around my hood, how you know
And still I just don't know
Dreaming that it's for the ladies
Sayin' book up for the bros
When you see them won't you tell them
There's a party goin' on
Ain't nobody like an East Coast party
Cause an East Coast party don't stop
Ain't nobody like a West Coast party
But the East Coast started it, I'll check it out
Work it, we play every day
Party we make, but this ain't fair to me
I've been searching for my niggas and I don't know where to go
I've been around my hood, how you know
And still I just don't know
Dreaming that it's for the ladies
Sayin' book up for the bros
When you see them won't you tell them
There's a party goin' on