Pitch In OnA Party

Momma
 I know you said you wanted a record that you could listen to
 With no cussing and shit, I tried, but I still gotta do this
 Jingle jingle we've go the lingo
 With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first single
 It don't matter 'coz I'm underground anyway
 Rich balling, bitch call and fly any day
 You dirty niggas y'all too whack to dance
 Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all pants
 And leave that up to my niggas, young fly niggas
 Getting down you and I niggas don't try niggas
 I changed my mind I don't want your bitch
 'Coz sorry ass women just don't get rich
 You could keep her I'd rather have a Fifi bag because it's cheaper
 You can't come up for NL, I gets deeper
 And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper
 So pass the reafer
 And to you false balling niggas just grab your crotches
 But if you paid nigga pat your pockets
 And for sure, you've got yours
 I've got mines and we're balling
 So call up everybody
 Let's pitch in ona party for sure
 You've got yours
 I've got mines and we're balling
 So call up everybody
 Let's pitch in ona party for sure
 Alright somebody play the potato salad let's take a ballad
 On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid
 'Cuz we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again
 And here come the police with them big black boots again
 Kicking niggas out
 Hand cuffing and stuffing they banging Jacky chicken in they mouth
 And time to shine pitching a fit
 'Coz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt and won't pass the shit
 Who keeps turning the lights on? Why the music keep skipping?
 And why these dirty khaki niggas tripping?
 I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted
 500 dollars worth of white star about to hide it
 Coz y'all ain't drinking mine up
 You better drink that Anj and Palmason and the rest of that wine up
 You party haters need to stop it
 I think we really about to pat your pockets
 And for sure, you've got yours
 I've got mines and we're balling
 So call up everybody
 Let's pitch in ona party for sure
 You've got yours
 I've got mines and we're balling
 So call up everybody
 Let's pitch in ona party for sure
 Hey baby my girlfriend left me today
 So which one of you old tragedy ass bitches
 Wanna come in here and play?
 That's what my homie told and try to cop the cancun
 Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom
 And in the kitchen and up in there on the dance floor
 By the big screen TV where your pants go?
 Boy you niggas I swear
 I try to throw y'all a ragedy ass party and y'all don't even care
 Cigarette burns in my plush empty beer bottles in the brush
 And my bitch acting like a lush boy what else could go wrong?
 Somebody kick the extension cord out
 Move, y'all gotta be some of the clumsiest muthafuckas
 To the sounds, now some
 Y'all done fucked up get out, get on
 Speed up nigga get up, take your weed on
 Ya nigga, the drunk nigga said it
 Your pockets, that's where I'm sending, K go
 And for sure, you've got yours
 I've got mines and we're balling
 So call up everybody
 Let's pitch in ona party for sure
 You've got yours
 I've got mines and we're balling
 So call up everybody
 Let's pitch in ona party for sure
 You've got yours
 I've got mines and we're balling
 So call up everybody
 Let's pitch in ona party for sure
 You've got yours
 I've got mines and we're balling
 So call up everybody
 Let's pitch in ona party for sure