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Project Party Lyrics by Cuban Link

24K

2000

[Verse 1: Cuban Link]
Soon as the party starts, I'm at the bar gargling Bacardi dark
Talking to broads, sparking up blunts with my bodyguards
Terror Squad, pa, we like the Gotti mob, quick to let the shotty spark
Turn your bodsi boys, into body parts
Got some heart, now you think you Rocky Balboa
I can cock you up raw, grab the MAC and blast off
Have you running out the back door, with a cracked jaw
With my gat clapping at you like a round of applause
And that's all, what you ask for is what you get
Shit, I′d rather dance my ass off and take a chick to my crib
And get her pants off, quicker than Trinidad's fist
And get the hand off and slip it to my nigga SunKiss
On some fun shit, tongue her down, and cum on the tits
Cause we don't front miss, after this we running the triz
So come and get it, if you want it, if you got it, baby, flaunt it
Get up on it, if you 'bout it, we can rock until the morning, ya heard
[Chorus]
How many thugs in the club want to fuck tonight?
Just about evеry thug in the party
How many bitches in the club want to fuck tonight?
Just about еvery bitch in the party
So all my kitties, rub your titties if you feeling right
Nigga, just pass us the blunts and Bacardi
But if you motherfuckers want to get it on tonight
No doubt about it, we can all get rowdy
[Verse 2: SunKiss, Cuban Link]
Since I've been rocking flows
With more packing backs and mop and glo
Chopping O′s, telling these fiends to cop and go
Now I'm in the Caribbean, burning lots of dro
With the Rasta hoes, weahchopoweasyo, grab her by the dreads
Shove my meat right between her cocoa bread, give me loco head
In the sofa bed, leave that choco dead from killer strokes
Neighbors downstairs, even chandeliers from the ceiling broke
Don′t get it twisted, I ain't only a lover, I′m a fighter
Scratcher, puncher, kicker, choker, biter
Stabber, shooter, take ya bitch, and grab her hooters
Give her Flintstone, rock cock, then yabbadabba do her
How many bitches in the club, is intelligent?
How many niggas feel, that shit is irrelevant?
The dumber, the quicker, hit some of this liquor, bitch
We coming to get ya, so put your tongue on a nigga and lick it
[Chorus]
How many thugs in the club want to fuck tonight?
Just about every thug in the party
How many bitches in the club want to fuck tonight?
Just about every bitch in the party
So all my kitties, rub your titties if you feeling right
Nigga, just pass us the blunts and Bacardi
But if you motherfuckers want to get it on tonight
No doubt about it, we can all get rowdy
[Verse 3: Cuban Link, SunKiss]
Ya want beef, don't risk it
It′s suicide, like getting your wrist slit
Shit, my Limp Bizkit go pop like NSYNC
So keep your distance, you don't know me, man
I'll beat you senseless, if you fuck with me or my fam
My guns bam bam like barney bubble son
Always troublesome, stick you for your pack of bubble gum
And don't chew none of them
Cast me with pun and them, trizzed out, in a benz tank
Five guns, three bats, four grenades, and ten shanks
At point blank range, my joint takes aim
I don′t play games, yeah, I'm a thug and I just can't change
Up in the club, getting fucked up from champagne
A man's game, guns dirty, but keep my hands clean
Cuckoo like Cocoa Puffs, fake thugs, thinking you so so tough
I'ma let the foe foe bust, run up on your whip
Leave your body leaning on your frontward clutch
Laugh and roll a dutch, then dash, when kobo touch
[Chorus]
How many thugs in the club want to fuck tonight?
Just about every thug in the party
How many bitches in the club want to fuck tonight?
Just about every bitch in the party
So all my kitties, rub your titties if you feeling right
Nigga, just pass us the blunts and Bacardi
But if you motherfuckers want to get it on tonight
No doubt about it, we can all get rowdy
How many thugs in the club want to fuck tonight?
Just about every thug in the party
How many bitches in the club want to fuck tonight?
Just about every bitch in the party
So all my kitties, rub your titties if you feeling right
Nigga, just pass us the blunts and Bacardi
But if you motherfuckers want to get it on tonight
No doubt about it, we can all get rowdy
Credits

About “Project Party” by Cuban Link

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