[spoken]
You know I've been chillin'
I've been trryin' to get into this little house party
but they ain't plain' nothing that I can feel
You know what I mean
They be playin' a little something here and there
but, I don't know, I might leave
Ohhh that's what I'm talkin' about
Yeah
Who is this
This is good
I'm feelin' I'm feelin
How come you didn't play that earlier

[Boots]
I write my lyrics on parking tickets
and summons from the court
I scribbled this on an application for county suppo'
I practice this like a sport
Met Donald Trump and he froze up
Standin' on his Bentley yellin' "Pimps down hos up!"
Stop tryin' to front all
Break our ass a clump off
We goin' stop the world make all you motherfuckers jump off

This is my resume slash resignation
A ransom note with proposed legislation
A fevered ultimatum
You should take it verbatim
'Cause I got two bangin' pieces and you don't wanna date 'em

Flyin' kites for my folks at home
Who takin' tokes alone
We payin' rent on shit they don't even s'posed to own
Narratin' through my verse
Agitatin' through the curse
It's a million motherfuckers just waitin' on the first
Anticipatin' on the worst
Wanna weightin' up your purse?
Shut the jobby job down at noon and don't disperse

They wouldn't pay ya as far as they can throw you
they think your flunkin' but they don't know you
This a turf operetta played with twelve shot Barettas
By the Burger King workers who be slappin' on your lettuce
Wrote that in the back of those apartments
On coupons from agricultural departments
When we put down the X-O we can let the threats go
And start shittin' it's the ghetto manifesto

[Chorus]
That's what I'm talkin' about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North and South
Don't turn this party out
That's what I'm talkin' about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North and South
Don't turn this party out

They call me bird 'cause of my legs, but my ass don't sang
Got a house arrest anklet, but it don't blang blang
Got a homey with a cell, but that shit don't rang
But at lights out bars clang and souls get stang

Now what's the hustle a soundtrack, where the muscle around blacks
Make yo' thoughts heavy drop a joint and make the ground crack
Even renown hack historians have found that
The people only bound back when they pound back
So I take out a spray can and paste the pavement
Defacing gravements of the sufferin' nascent
The fouls are flagrant and death's the fragrance
I overheard 'em asking vagrants for patience

So check the liner notes, I steel my finer quotes
From d-boys tryin' to flow them Gucci's and designer boats
And party liner jokes and all kinda folks
Who kinda broke with bar twenty 'cause they feel like a miner spoke
The trees we got lifted by made our feet dangle
So when I say burn well I mean the star spangled
Let's all get high from the income angle
Bump this at the party even if it ain't the single

Here's a slum serenade with razor blades
And grenades by the nannies and the maids who be polishin' the suede
You can let the 'sess grow but let's make the sets grow
into brigades with the ghetto manifesto

[Chorus]
That's what I'm talkin' about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North and South
Don't turn this party out
That's what I'm talkin' about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North and South
Don't turn this party out

[Chorus]
That's what I'm talkin' about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North and South
Don't turn this party out
That's what I'm talkin' about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North and South
Don't turn this party out

[spoken]
I'm just chillin', I'm just chillin' baby
I'm right here, I'm ain't goin' nowhere
Hey baby what's goin' on?
I didn't even see you come in
What you doin' here?
You like this?
Yeah, that's a bad ass song, ain't it
an huh, whoo
That's some piano, That's some bad piano
Right, right
Say what now
Yeah
No they tell me it's the Coup
That's who it is, that's who is, yeah
Yeah i thought it was something else
But it's the Coup
Say waht now?
No I ain't goin' nowhere why don't you just get me a drink
Yeah
No ice

Come on now
Quit holdin' out
DJ, don't turn that off
Let it play again
Whooo
That's a good piano, I like that
funky guitar, funky guitar
Know what I mean?
You like that breakdown?
like that break down?
I'm feelin' it
Sit down on my lap
I ain't goin' to bite
Say what now
What I'm doin'
I'm just havin me a good time
Havin' me a good time, yeah


Lyrics submitted by robburns

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