Where The Party At – E-40 – letras

[Computer voice]Where’s the party at[Verse 1]Forget it man, I can’t lieI’m drunk as a skunk but I’m nothin’ funkI shoots the game, the gift I spitThe gift of gab boy, the gift is rippedDeal with the skill that makes ya feel itThose that don’t wanna feel it need to kill itKnows that I can giddy goWhen it’s time to get on the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-EIt’s me the hustler 40With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funkyA brother like me don’t hang around no suckers that be faultyI be puttin’ the group up in the bootBe puttin’ the peas up in the podLeft the cookies in the jar, now I’m a rap starThe rapologist, I pull a 40 out of my ball capThen I bust ya down side of thisCause partner ain’t never been no punk in thisI’m so serious brother, I got meals, wheelsAnd about seven thousand dollars worth of billsGivin’ up deals, hills let em’ go for a lil’ nothin’As I showcase my skills for real[Hook x2]There’s a party over here, a party over thereA party everywhere…put ya hands upThere’s a party over here, a party over thereA party everywhere[Verse 2]Pullin’ up in the club about elevenI plays my feet and hit the beat and kept it revvin’I got a lil’ doja that I’m fixin’ to break downRoll em’ up in a zag, lick em’ stick em’ and clownI’m fully dig with a dick, my game is on hitI got tipped so I tip cause I’m livin’ with thisGame tight with the knack, I’m pullin’ in scratchThey better have a tight grip on they stuff cause I’m bout to snatchYour batch if she wants it she’ll be mine in the CutlassPuffin’ on some of this chronic while I’m gettin’ straight lacedHeard about the drought season, they be lookin’ for a reasonIt’s like Thanksgiving without the feastin’Extra manish how I’m livin’ and my name is groupieIt’s Mr. 30-30 givin’ up game to all you hoochiesBitches always splittin’ stick the wood but sometimes wouldn’tSuckin’ and grabbin’ my little peckerTalkin’ about sick on my gold betterI remember when carts was Barbie cut before I was in junior highAll they wanted to do is kiss and let me play with they vaginaI got my freshen up, I put on my chucks, also down with pluckTh finest watch on the playground, the one with the big ass butt40 I love you, I miss you, I need youAnd retrospect to whoBitch come anew, bitch come anew[Hook x2][Verse 3]Cause we made like thugsGet juiced in the parking lot before we go up in the clubsHugs and kisses, gotta make sure we got our glovesHugs and kisses, E-40 can’t be on any moreHugs and kisses, straight to the bar no time to wasteKickin’ em’ back while they take the placeOrder me a shot of that liquor to tasteThinkin’ they about to beat my faceOh no, I’m nothin’ but a professionalOh no, we’re nothin’ but professionalsHoochies all in my face with some of that dope waterBrothers already purple off some of that soap waterSo I’ma make a toast to the mostMobbish lookin’ brothers in this by midnightCause brothers gotta get the shit that’s really in manBatches on our jock, batches on our jockMind teachin’ things to these brothersCause that’s us, Captain Save a botchThey wanna be like big boys and sport big lootThey wanna be like big boys and sport fresh suitsI got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from meI got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from meI got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from meI got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me[Hook x2][Outro]We in this baby boy swervin’E-40 in the mob sceneAnd I’m still down with The C-L-I-C-KComin’ yo way in the 94Then 95, it don’t stop boy ain’t no jiveSell the rest of them tapes boyWhere the deposit at, where mine atOh for real, I’m out[Computer voice repeated to fade]Where’s the party at…Where’s the party atWhere’s the party at, where’s the party at, where’s the party at