Method Man - Party Crasher video free download

Album: Tical 2000: Judgement Day

Year:1998

Track: 16

Track Produced By: True Master & RZA

Samples: "Did You Forget" by Jimmy Hughes

Lyrics:

[Intro: club bouncer]

Aww shit... not these niggaz again!

Aiyyo listen!

I'm only lettin five of you motherfuckers in here tonight

If your man ain't on the guest list

He get to the BACJ of the fuckin line

And you know another motherfuckin thing?

I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink

in this motherfucker tonight

I'm kickin ALL y'all the fuck outta here

[Method Man]

Uhh

Muh'fuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin death

Nigga if you scared why don't yo' ass just stay the fuck home

Check it out uhh

Me and mines at the door, ain't tryin to pay your fees

Stop playin, you fuckin with me, I push my way in

Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up

Guzzlin Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch

Bouncin nigga lookin like he want war

Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah

Pattin me down like the law

As I stumble in the party

Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure

Loungin near the bar section, rolled the L

and kept steppin, concealed weapon, razor sharp

Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket

Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin for matches?

Burn somethin, one toke got me blasted

Took another toke then I passed it, choke!

Fantastic, herb ain't no joke

Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish

Ladies on the dance floor, shakin they asses

Got millon dollar broke niggaz, that makin passes

Honey with the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic

Skin like blackberry molasses, mmmmm

At last it's, time to step and make her mine

Niggas headin toward the bathroom tuckin they shines

Brothers got to keep it movin, playin with kids

that won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban

You know what this is...

("Yo Duke that's your diamonds right there God?

Yo that shit'll go RIGHT where my people ain't right now.."

"Yo don't touch my shit!")

Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream

End of story couldn't find shorty, party scene's

now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be long

before the sirens intervene, the terrotory

Can't we all get along, without the ruckus

Got big bouncin muh'fuckers, tryin to rush us

I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench

of a hell bent environment, the odds against us

Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall

All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl

Uhh, every time I try to have a good time why?

Somebody always fuckin it up, killin my high, damn

Monkey wrench they whole program, party over

By that time I'm dead sober

In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, dead gone

You can tell that they was heat holders

Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set

Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids

rushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin Duke

half to death and took his Rolex, it's horrible

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