[Verse 1 - Anybody Killa] There's a party goin' on, who's comin' with? To kill the rest of that malt 40 and grab ya shit I hope you got some money, cause I ain't got your back Especially how cheap you was on that chronic sack There's a party at the liqour store, don't be claimin' broke Actin' like a cold 40 ain't good on the throat Who you think that you foolin'? Cause it sure ain't me Should've borrowed five dollars from your old lady Is there anybody's cup as empty as mine? Pile into the hoo-ride, seats recline Stopped at the weed spot, order up another This is how we do it, MUTHAFUCKA! CD burned full of old school tracks On the corner of the party store shootin' some craps If this is something that you normally see Then you probably live close to me
[Hook] There was a party at the liquor store (C'mon!) There was a party at the liquor store (C'mon!) There was a party (Anybody!) party (Everybody!) There was a party at the liquor store (C'mon!)
[Verse 2 - Blaze Ya Dead Homie] I showed up dro'ed up, khaki's creased And a chickenhead hangin' on either side of me Sendin' me to the store, to cop some 40's And I take my time and make my way around the party See my boy JD, the weed spot on wheels 65 Impala drop top, he make the shit hop Copped it out and snatch the blunt With two bitches that came through the skunk, we got fucked up! Seconds passed, the chickenheads came back Now it's off to minglin' and see who else up in the shack The music started bumpin', there ain't no sign of the pigs If there was, I'd pull my shit and split they fuckin' wigs I'm high as fuck, and stumblin' off six 40's By the time I see my homie ABK up at the party Chillin' with seven hoes in they shell toes Or they dream about sex and those in birthday clothes
[Hook] There was a party at the liquor store (C'mon!) There was a party at the liquor store (C'mon!) There was a party (Anybody!) Party (Everybody!) There was a party at the liquor store (C'mon!)
[Verse 3 - Anybody Killa] When I got there, shit was tight So I rolled up a blunt of that chocolate thai Everybody was chillin' out front, sayin' "What's up?" Walk in to grab a 40 as I spark my stuff Went straight to the back where the brew be at Grabbed a cold 4-0 and proceeded to crack Gotta dollar fifty sub and a bag of Better Made chips Phone number from the hot bottle return bitch It was a good day, perfect day to party Hot bangin' bootylicious freaks actin' horny Man, this party store is kinda like the club Besides the bums comin' in cause the beer's cheap enough I was gettin' my groove on, straight big pimpin' Aisle of the party store, Bud Light sippin' I heard a gunshot, my drink dropped I coulda swore it was the fuckin' cops
[Hook] There was a robbery at the liquor store (What happened?) There was a robbery at the liquor store (What happened?) There was a robbery (A robbery?) Someone got shot (He got shot!) There was a robbery at the liquor store (What happened?)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
